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The 560 SL (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

Heard they're tryna stop us but oh well

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but ohSkyline, condo high rise

Roof top pool, let them birds swan dive

Disrespect the apple of your eye

Thinking she was a prize

She a pie and everybody gets a slice

Cut, slumped in the 240 SX

And they ain't even know it was us

Surprised by the time they realize you was getting with the deal

Fucking with the motherfukers, homie this is real

Michael Mann, camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live

It's just rap but it's looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps

Tell 'em throw that salt back on the spice rack

Bosses take and give careers back

Orphans looking for their real dads

Oh how many rap sons I have

Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas

560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop us but oh well560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh560 SL, $70, pump one at the shell

Who else could it possible be?

Done so well you know it had to be me

Capital G, tee tops on the grand national

At the business conference via satellite

Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night

Fill me in on what I'm missing, get them checks right

The streets gon' love with what I do with mine on site

Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut

Ballin' out, holding that smoke in

As the world go round, prices go up

As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds

That's why I never play my new shit round them clowns

King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here

Don't know what you talking bout right now

We sitting in this

560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop us but oh well560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but ohI'm finished answering question on personal shit

I'm tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit

Been too many places where they act like we ain't supposed to be there

They don't respect us, still we start cursing and shit

I might need a hearse for my 'fit

My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit

I might need a nurse I'm that sick

I might need a girl who don't care about purses and shit

I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect

Can't achieve less you working

I done came a long way, came a long way

These boys ain't never seen it, I heard it

That's why they show me love and respect when they see me in person

Show you how to be a boss instead of being a burden

Spread love, that's the player way

Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up

Thought I told you I'ma shine fool

Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the tuck

Get my560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop us but oh well560 SL

Big paper on the low like a coke sale

560 SL

Heard they're tryna stop it but oh

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