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Careless

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho

Yeah, I-9, from Chicago

I got the weed and the pussy, but the money on my mind though

I got a line on the flat pack

A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?

She pop the pussy and rewind that

And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap

Freddie Kane, young Corleone

I been off the band wit' the bowls of the strong

Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record

Here, My Lord, wit' the pack when a nigga came home

Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game

Real nigga 'bout to cash out

I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot

Fuck the cops, cop the drop

And these hoes be on my jock for my high

Cops out watchin', but this pimpin' never stop

Ta-da-da, what you totin'?

And this paper turn 'em out

What she know? Ain't no doubtThank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got aAnd I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh

One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest

I'm a tell you that one more timeI got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got aYeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho

Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast

And I done been around the world

But in Cali, they roll the best dope

Bitches and palm trees, I'm on when I came here

'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay then

Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in

Feed my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen

Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano

Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana

Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't want no banter

I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers

Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game

Full clip on the K thing

I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don't get popped

Fuck the cops, bodies drop

And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and watch

But this thuggin' never stop

Get that rock, what you thought?

And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shotsThank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And you know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got aAnd I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh

One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest

I'm a tell you that one more timeI got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got a

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