| .. yeah we’re changing he weather
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| They say with the top I got my.
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| A cool. |
| when you see us together
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| I’m still spinnin if the time is forever
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| DJ spin f*ck nigga
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| Hook:
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| 1500 for some Masion Margielas
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| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
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| You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
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| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
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| So use to struggle when you come from the gutta,
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| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
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| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
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| 25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
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| We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing
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| The weather, sleep with the chopper, I got on all my bezzils,
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| A cool billion when you see us together,
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| I’m still spending, it’s designer forever, I went to Mexico.
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| And fucked up some change,
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| that shit ain’t nothing to me, I fucked up the game,
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| They got my finger prints it’s no one to blame,
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| my family depend on me, I’m slanging cocaine,
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| I called the plug and I went straight to the pot,
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| I did a dounut when I left out the lot,
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| I’m in Margielas that ain’t I rock,
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| I’m blowing money, I ain’t never gone stop
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| Hook:
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| 1500 for some Masion Margielas
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| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
|
| You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
|
| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
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| So you to struggle when you come from the gutta,
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| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
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| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
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| I’m clean, fresh as hell,
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| put em all together I’m Larry byrd, Kobe, MJ,
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| I’ma ball forever and the way a nigga hustle,
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| It’s like I got a vendetta, it’s so many shooters in my circle,
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| They ready to get cream, I gotta let fly off,
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| Got that baking soda, you use to let it fly off and go
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| And shoot up a house, I burn the tores off the whip,
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| I’m at the gate letting it snart, with all these diamonds on my wrist
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| And I am swagging them out it,
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| Ain’t enough amount of money to make me change whe I’m from,
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| I take a half a fucking pound and turn it right in my lungs,
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| I’m moving on and nothing but Louie Vuiton, sippin that main train.
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| Like it’s Don Pierre awn, Future
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| Hook:
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| 1500 for some Masion Margielas
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| FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
|
| You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
|
| We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
|
| So use to struggle when you come from the gutta,
|
| I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
|
| You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
|
| 25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
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| We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing |