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Don Trip
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Guerrilla
So welcome to my den, I got paid and got a chauffer I'ma ride 'er to the end Got a extender on the forty and that forty got a twin All I know is dirty money but when I count it I feel clean Got a daughter on the way, tryin' to become a better man And you can say I ran this shit but you can never say I ran Say the money keep me high, oh how I pray I never land But I don't play so no wonder why I feel damn (damn) Yes I'm a workaholic babe I'm not in the plan But I bought as if our plane and give enough snot in my plans The type is what I stand and the tough flow is where I'm stand No I'm not inviting you to visit, I'm just saying Sorry I don't recognize you talkin' 'less you payin' And I really can't recall the last time I weighed grams And I'm in the water, snapping like a clam Lighting with that fire like a cross from the Klan Guess I'm over-aggressive, chewing like a director And you don't even have to act you can get shot just being the extra You calling me retarded brain shit I feel special But I still chase the G's that isn't digestive Party every night, I feel festive Trapping like the laws and got the balls to come arrest us School at hard not to get pussies and elective And rich will sort it easy, staying rich is more impressive Shrunk off the power, now I'm throwing up my section Tryin' to find a Mag 90 to add to my collection No I don't need no bodyguards, got my protection Sing your lady your frang is in the mail, you get the message Damn I need a massage, my life's so very stressful My masseuse keep talkin' 'bout how my back That bitch better be careful I tried fucking what rat niggers call myself being helpful 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 But you think we're here for France You gotta twist it like a pretzel Fuck you and your career Hope you hear me loud and clear The chopper's a magician Why not make you disappear? Yea I heard your boss, three musketeers Milky Way sniggle that shit give you diarrhea Cause you so full of shit, none of that shit you say is real Where's the car you say you drive that don't come out till late next year? It's okay, I'll wait till you come up with new ideas You spend that in the mall, blow that kind of doe in siz All I talk is money now this music to my ears I'm so motherfucking fly they burned some planes on my pears Wear them stinging jeans, make you niggers look queer My pants never they tight even when my pockets filled My bitches pop their pussy, pop their gum and pop pills And I fuck 'em for free, pussy's never on my bills Bitch I got game I'm call it up to give you chills Ball so hard I need a 60 minute high light reel Still down with the same pack of niggers I come up with Shut eye to in the scope they finally opened up my budget Now I'm in this motherfucker Hollywood Stunting niggers forgotten how to fight You gotta shoot 'em if you punch 'em Sing fat lunchin' long as the money coming Shout out to baby Jane and that's what keeps my motor running You not ready for what we hit your blocked up in the bombing Guerilla gangster grill, Mr. Trip, DJ Trauma Motherfucker get money
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