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I run this shit, call me the don dada
U ain't fly U gettin clapped for wearing da wrong prada
I roll with big guns and I ain't talking bout my Arms
But I am talking about them arms that swarm with no warn..
ning, Momma's Mour...ning, your girl please me when I'm hor..nyy
I do ya dirty call you dirt bag come and get hurt fag
flow striaght leave a nigga merked fag
I get mad money, stack paper like that nigga on the lakers
We ain't no fakers, outfit black and grey but we aint the raiders
I got too many shooters to ever be touched consider me a virgin
that fucks bitches, plucks heads of snitches leave them in ditches
brains straight splizzit, shotties the size of a midget
got my main man on da right and my nigga by my pivot
ain't no niggas living when i'm coming I am hitting
no warnings given, pop so many niggas they giving me ribbons
I'll pop something through ya leave the top of head looking like a corn flake
I keep chasing money cuz I'll never be happy unless im getting rich
and well , I wasn't born Gay
so see me in the mourn k? i'ma go fuck my bitch like we was in a porn k.?