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I let the fifth go

You know my MO

This Lou sneaky ass dudes tryin' to tip toe

Catch 'em in the disco stamp 'em in the tim bows

I pale rappers out and pull 'em all misinformed

Ye I heard him flow but I got a sick flow

This Louie prick flow ain't harder then my chick flow

I was on strip though letting the fifth go

Since jamaicans was in the club singing dimbo

Turn it up and get low homie I rip shows

I ain't hard to find man you know my zip code

1123 3 official

If you ain't know your chick know you jumping out the

window

Riding into whip slow iced out fitted low

Like a chick with some nice hips like Miss Jones

Throw the flow like bro man from the fifth floor

Stiff blows like vitaly clips go bust your whole shit

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I bust their ass on the mixtapes

Now I'm 'bout to bust them on their album

They calling a hip hop cops

I see 'em dialing

Puff daddy said bad boys move in silence

So I put the silencer on when I get villin

Streets know the album is hot that's why they willin

Got the chills right from Clinton to writing sillin

'Cause I free their minds from the fountains

This style represent freedom, you can call it freestyle

Thuga, thuga we the best just like Khaled

Deep like the Woo when they first came out of Shilen

Big truck I'm riding 'em east housing

I don't feed no pie holes I'm straight lounging

Y'all acting like y'all wolves then start howling

Attack like a cat react when they smell salmon

Before the deal, show money hundreds of thousands

Laughed all the way to the bank and still smiling

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Light skin girls like it from the back

Brown skin girls ride it like a cadillac

But the dark skin girls yea they the truth

You know it's the blacker the berry the sweeter the

juice

Now we can order sore food and eat on a stu

Or we can hit the highway in the seat of the coupe

Talk about your childhood go deepen your roots

I'm layed back you massaging me, feeding me fruit

Your ex-man keep calling he beef and he loose

But he a telephone thug I ain't beefing with you

I'm gully as hell why you all bummy as hell

Y'all ugly and frail while pop dummies and shell

The block want me to sale what's not for me to fail

Ain't locked up in a cell you cocksuckers would tell

The cops want me in jail I got money for bail

This track was produced by Sha Money XL

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