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[Featuring Lunasicc 151]
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Chorus: C Bo
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All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes
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A Lexus a mansion and eternal life
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Maybe what it was I was askin for too much
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Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck?'
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Twelve years old I was always told
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Every day I want it that glitter ain't gold
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But fuck that shit I want a twelve inch dick
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A Coupe a chrome and a money makin bitch
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Verse 1: C Bo
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A 'Lac front, back, man, I wish I had it
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In a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic
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I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville
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Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L
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Cos see these bitches ain't shit but investments
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And they ain't worth shit unless they makin profit
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I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs
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Some pussy, dough, diamonds and G's
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So when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot
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Collect it from hookers more famous than Betty Boo
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It be that, legalised pimpin that's keepin me above the water
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Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller
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Cos a broke bitch ain't nuttin but a downfall
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Unless she cement her money and her mind, y'all
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And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control
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I been practisin the shit since twelve years old
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Lunasicc
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One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane
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Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs
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Slappin these bitches, y'all can't be laggin on the payroll
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Let's get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo
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I'm cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter
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I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner
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Creepin when I'm sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted
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by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay
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Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew
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that if you fuck wit one of my niggas then you're fuckin wit the crew
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We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat
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Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh
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I'm bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it
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I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it
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Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-Jays
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Blastin like I'm crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso
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Chorus
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Verse 3: 151
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Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno
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Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos
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Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack
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As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak
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I'm just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes
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Might catch em fo'-deep in a C-Ville on triple golds
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Wit cell phones and pagers as if it's on a grind
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So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a goldmine
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I'm on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax
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I'm wrapped up in my safe and G-pacts
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Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin
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youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin
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Ain't no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off
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They get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally's
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Winners are stackin chips up like alleys
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From Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, nigga
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Chorus
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all i ever wanted
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c bo |