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In my life you can't see me not possibly Nooo! How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems What Nowww! Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver jus 1 nigga Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire blakka!
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Get That Money Dipset. P Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Got get that money man Who the fuck is pimp Who the fuck is pimpin huh? Who the fuck is winnin Who the fuck is winnin huh? Who the fuck is dippin Who the fuck is dipin huh?
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I'm so Dipset - Dipsouth Baby If you don't like it nigga, fuck you wit a aids dick I hope you die 30 times, nigga murder moms No fast talk, I'm on that syrup, I'm on that turtle time If Killa say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead If Stunna say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead B. Dolla after dolla, holla at ya guala I'm rollin like the stones, I need a water bottle And if you need a pill, T. Streetz and Carter got em Supply the whole party, we got the party poppin We in New Orleans poppin, we way in Harlem poppin In California poppin, Ed Hardey rockin Skinny whores wit all them problems Bitch you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about em Hold up my heart is knockin, don't worry water stops it Hold up your mouth is dry, don't worry water mops it I got a great idea, we should have sex Bitch I'm like Dante Hall, I just throw up the X My dick be still hard, I be so up for next Thats when you slip up and fuck around, and fuck ya ex That be that bullshit, but it's the fuckin best!