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[feat. Rick Ross]

[Verse 1:]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal deal figure how I'm courtside at Clip game
Still pop ace bitch
I'm a rose black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me no day
Bands a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth ask her how my dick taste
You don't want no drama I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign him all shit to be designer
Extraordinary rhymer our bodies
West west up hot temper
Get wet up she give me
Neck up she clean the mess up
One false move death from a gesture
Cash in the safe nigga I don't feel no pressure
I'm dope

[Hook: x2]
All my niggas dope
All my bitches dope
Cause it's 187 how how killing these

[Verse 2:]
She fuck Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold on the music so it ain't no budget
New chains Rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flies around here
Hating on hood niggas that ain't round here
Bounce our balls got insurance on the beard
Cars, rockstars dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of em
I see you slipping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie Pipen on the dribble I just laid em up
Nother trouble got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women on our table huh
Same my name say my name bitch say my name
100 million dollar name bitch say my name

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
Rocka pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic get on top it
Wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbing
We taking your dollar no white collar
I pop pop wish a nigga would I promise
I'm the bomb call me the
Money in my game I'm driving you niggas insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime I make your girl
David Blane murder was the case
All the kids say that nigga T-Raw dope

[Hook x2]

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