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[Intro] Dirty hoe, close range Dirty hoe, close range Dirty hoe, close range Dirty hoe, close range Pussy money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low Good, dirty hoe, close range [Hook] Pussy money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low Good, dirty hoe, close range Pussy money, that gangsta Pussy money, that gangsta ho Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low [Verse 1: Ramirez] Bouta run up on him with the hellfire (boom, boom) Pussy motherfuckers wanna trust me with gang signs Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes And I take a deep breath then I jump off the bridge There's no going back the weights on my shoulders And the pain on my chest and the devil exists When I play the blade I'm haunting your kids and then you beg you for your life and now you worship the grey You fucking with piss that's locked in a cage That’s looking for flesh in murderous ways Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush Dragging your body inside of the woods Murderers drug dealers inside my hood Run motherfucker, be the pussy like you would [Verse 2: Pouya] Now your wrist on my neck Six digits on the check underground, better give me my respect 2012 I was swerving at the curb getting buck Meanwhile, these skeleton grabbing all of my nuts I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing Give me one more year and I turn into an OG Know me, from the old me, bitch you owe me I let you get [?] [Verse 3: Shakewell] I’m always feeling on my products I'm frequent in this spot You speakin' you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock But I know it's fake and all these bitches sucking I ain't got no patience for a dumb ass hoe Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem We can catch a fade boy I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated [Verse 4: Germ] Damn I hate this bitch, damn I hate this life Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be duckin' I’m comin', I’m sluggin' some tossin' sluts into buses Bitch, I’m bringin' the ruckus Fuck is he sayin' I slayin', we ain’t contemplating insanity This shit is not meant for me, ridin' wit my enemies Hatin' me, sitting silent in my vicinity Bitch, I’m a dog, bitch I’m off the leash Murder mixed with major profits bitch cool it stop it I got a rocket, I’ll boot you to NASA Astronaut Status, Super Future with the blammer Hammer time damn I handle mine Buckin' butt ugly nuts suckin big musty nuts Fuck every moment livin' once Ride it or not you can ride my one
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