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Okay
Yuh, okay
The fuck you mean you don′t know DJ Marc B?
Yuh, okay
Yuh, okay
Aye, okay
Aye, okay
Aye, okay

I'm in that mode right now
Go harder, baby, you can bite down
From the oz to the pound
Got X, got up, god damn
We was chillin′ he got left in the longue
East side roosevelt in the mound
Got oz but I'm not bozo
On a brick road, just like toto
I don't tell on my dog, I don′t know though


I don′t need anybody I snap and roll
Every second, man, a nigga get a download
Beat a nigga ass and it goin' viral
Shawty really sent life in a spiral
Got your bitch in the room hitting high notes
I ain′t see nothin' out my eyeball
I been gettin′ money on the high though
I'm geeked, I′m geeked, I'm geeked
But bitch I'm fye though

Yuh
Yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Ay, Smash

Yuh
Yuh
Decatur for real
East side
Smash

East Atlanta eastside inside
In Decatur, niggas kidnap for ransom
I′m the shit, diarrhoea no Pampers
Black mar, store manish sounds
Young hoe movin′ packs through journey
She eatin' grits with the eggs, scrambled
Just look at the flick of my wrist
Doin′ donuts in the pot like treat


Black boy, white boy come on
White bitchin givin' head [?]
Do this shit for my kid like Wayne
Had the game one M-sell
Precision drive by the way to [?]
Watch your mouth, I don′t tolerate slander
We the ones havin' motion in Atlanta

Yeah
Yuh
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Shh, yeah
Aye, okay

Maybach truck be bouncin′
Deliver the baby by ounces
You should trap to Larenz Tate
I used to have fun in the section 8
I think that God don't make mistakes
I think I'm Bansky, and I paint her face

And I really appreciate
Man, I been patient, I sit and I wait
Aye, yuh
Ain′t no doctor, but I know what to prescribe her
Man, these hoes be givin′, man, these hoes be rowdy
Bitch, shut up do your job like Kim Kardashian
I just want this money cause that's what′s happenin'

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