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点击复制You know how we do
Roc a Fella
Forever
You can catch me
Skating through your town putting it down y'all relating
No waiting I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan
Y'all feel a n***a's struggle
Y'all think a n***a love to
Hustle behind the wheel
Trying to escape my trouble
Kids stop they greeting me
I'm talking sweet to keys
Cursing the very God
That bought this wreath to be
My life is
Based on sacrifices
Jewels like ices
And fools that think I slip
You f**k around
You get your guys hit
They built me to be filthy
On some I do or die s**t
For real
The price of leather's got me
Deeper than ever and
Just think
With this here
I'm trying to feel made n***a
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I took my
Frito to Tito in the district
Blessed me with some
VS somethings I can live with
Stop fronting
And for the dough I raise
Gotta get s**t appraised
No disrespect to you
Make sure you word is true
I'm taking wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
Have a major night off
That's clean money
The tax write off
You ain't seen money in your life
When it
Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
A smoking bro
Who pump Willie Ike spokes
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads
Leads to Don Corleone
N***a please
Ten year feleon
Heavy on the wrist
Our face used
With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
Youse for life
Sharight
Jigga
I keep it tight n***a
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You feel my triumph never
Feel my pain I'm lyin
Low in the leather Zion
The best that's ever came
The game changes like
My mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough
I guess it ain't your night
Sucking me in like a vacuum
I remember
Telling my family I'll be back soon
That was December
Eighty five and
Jay Z rise ten years later
Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties
I wear black a lot
In the Ac'
Act a lot
Got matching VCR's
A huge Magnavox
To nitch
Green like spinach pop wines that's vintage
It's a lot of big money in my sentence
Hitting towards a mil'
Lip a
Written I kill like that
Chick faked me one two cat
Yeah
I do that
Ain't no stopping the champagne from popping
The drawers from dropping
The law from watching
I hate 'em
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