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"NY Times"
[feat. Jim Jones]


Here's another tricky trail
Bad man, need a bad bitch, vicky dale
Married to the game, told her lift the veil
Desert kick it cane when we hit the scale
We got that white girl like a bitch from yale, true
Fuck the world, don't kiss and tell
Know a couple niggas that skip they bail
Keep 44's on the hip with kel, loaded
The watch all frozen, like it's hit with hale, chilly
You know I get it before it hit the [?]
You niggas wait for it to hit the sale, shit
Now all aboard for the ship has sailed
You keep playing till your bitch get nailed
To the cross like the hands of my Jesus piece
Make a hunned grand on a easy week
She gotta watch who you feed the beast
Harlem, harlem, harlem, harlem
Harlem, harlem, harlem, harlem

Here's another tricky trail
Bad man, need a bad bitch, vicky dale
Married to the game, told her lift the veil
Desert kick it cane when we hit the scale
We got that white girl like a bitch from yale, true
Fuck the world, don't kiss and tell
Know a couple niggas that skip they bail
Keep 44's on the hip with kel, loaded
The watch all frozen, like it's hit with hale, chilly
You know I get it before it hit the [?]
You niggas wait for it to hit the sale, shit
Now all aboard for the ship has sailed
You keep playing till your bitch get nailed
To the cross like the hands of my Jesus piece
Make a hunned grand on a easy week
She gotta watch who you feed the beast
You know cali say we the best
I say that to a nigga but we the streets
You know we the east,
It's shalab nigga till they free the sheep

Black cars and the watch cleny
I'm everything up in my city
You don't believe me, you should ask [?]
Niggas frown, we cover them and then we black glove them
Pimp shit, let the mac slug em
Cookin white crack over black ovens
And I can show you what that money do
Black [?] herman's belt, cookin 22
Hondos, spanish bitch, tell em un go
Nigga tell em when I front, I'm in the front row
You know, with the floors all war
Bad nigga, grew up in the coke hard
Been all over, calie bitches smoke up
My lil cousin grew up in a [?]
Get your bitch all starstruck
Frontal mind niggas fucking, get your car struck.

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