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Gimmie the Loot

Gimmie the loot Que pasa amigo, I'm back in it bitch

If the head game is right and the pussy feel good throw a rack at that bitch

Walk in the club with a strap in that bitch

Niggas they shoot like Iraq in that bitch

I peel off in a Thunderbird up in Johannesburg on a giraffe with this African bitch

Came from the bottom my Grandmama house

I'm funeral fresh get the cameras out

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the floor, we went wild in that ho just like Animal House

Eatin' up rappers, the cannibal's out

Bust off in your bitch while she laying on your couch

I get head in whip while driving that bitch she caressing my dick and my hands in her blouse

You think they're homies they sexting her in

My homeboy just died motherfuck a new friend

One day you here then the next day you gone we still mourning my nigga so fuck your new Benz

I'm drinking again trying to mask all the pain

My high coming down Imma crash, go insane

Party for now, get the money my nigga cause one day they might come and bash in your brainsWe up in this bitch, Just got paid

Got this drank in my cup, nigga just got straight

We been on it all night, I don't know about you

I'm on that B.I.G. shit, BITCH YOU BETTER HAVE MY LOOT

Yeah, Eastside nigga to the day Im in the pinebox

This marri-ja-wanna make a motherfuckers mind stop

Eyes redder than the cyclops, might throw a bitch ass nigga out a skybox

Three stripes on my high-tops

You ain't got no fucking Jarren in your iPod?

BECKY, MY GOD

I bet you won't lick a pussy while I watch

So high its like Im sitting over Jupiter

Getting money they gon' think I worship Lucifer

Being broke was never cool to us, feet glued to the concrete, you ain't moving us

Your favorite rapper just a fairy tale, nigga mad cause I knew his girlfriend very well

She let me fuck her on the Ferris wheel, hit South Beach and got head while I parasail

I never paid for the hair and nails

Vodka got the room spinning like a carousel

I'm harder than the bitch trying to parallel park a Mack truck for the pump I keep a pair of shells

You can find me in the ATL, might tear the fucking club up like a ACL

Nigga still going crazy thank God for rap money now it's fuck you pay me

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