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She more than a pretty face
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Ns all jokes, all laughs, all pranks
She love getting choked, getting grabbed, getting spanked
I done thugged with the locs really sagged where you ain′t
Baby bad and bougee her little attitude stank
Swearing niggas easy swearing on the freeway
All my exes try to come back back or replay
When you in the lead it's hard to give these niggas leeway
Son of the free slaves
Executed each day
Pops from CG′s
My brother from the PJ's
Both in the Mead hoods
Ns couldn't relay
They just hit the stands and get to singing like Tank
Watch my wrist dance do this shit for Lil Saint
From the west side yeah my name hold rank
Pull up in the cutlass with the neon-blue paints
Screaming R.I.P. Nate where lil mama spilling 8ths
She more than a pretty face
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Left right right money dance out the bank
Blessings came never ran from the pain
Wake up give thanks volume on crank
Young fresh prince how I′m living with the banks
Real face real shape everything factual
Red lip thin tips wear your hair natural
Oh you like Patron is there enough of that in your glass
You don′t like to argue did too much of that in your pass
We'll hit the gas never back track on me
In the driver seat sliding with the pap-pap on me
Skin matte black rap facts fat sack on me
Had a backpack lonely use to backtrack cap cap
Black lac hatchback cards right blackjack
Tap hold up tap yeah tap tap tap tap tap
Raise by savages my Uncle Jimmy know
7 on the dice pickup give me those
I′mma put you way before any hoes
I don't slept on plenty floors
If she rolling with me
She more than a pretty face
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Left right right money dance out the bank
Blessings came never ran from the pain
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Ns all jokes, all laughs, all pranks
She love getting choked, getting grabbed, getting spanked
I done thugged with the locs really sagged where you ain′t
Baby bad and bougee her little attitude stank
Swearing niggas easy swearing on the freeway
All my exes try to come back back or replay
When you in the lead it's hard to give these niggas leeway
Son of the free slaves
Executed each day
Pops from CG′s
My brother from the PJ's
Both in the Mead hoods
Ns couldn't relay
They just hit the stands and get to singing like Tank
Watch my wrist dance do this shit for Lil Saint
From the west side yeah my name hold rank
Pull up in the cutlass with the neon-blue paints
Screaming R.I.P. Nate where lil mama spilling 8ths
She more than a pretty face
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Left right right money dance out the bank
Blessings came never ran from the pain
Wake up give thanks volume on crank
Young fresh prince how I′m living with the banks
Real face real shape everything factual
Red lip thin tips wear your hair natural
Oh you like Patron is there enough of that in your glass
You don′t like to argue did too much of that in your pass
We'll hit the gas never back track on me
In the driver seat sliding with the pap-pap on me
Skin matte black rap facts fat sack on me
Had a backpack lonely use to backtrack cap cap
Black lac hatchback cards right blackjack
Tap hold up tap yeah tap tap tap tap tap
Raise by savages my Uncle Jimmy know
7 on the dice pickup give me those
I′mma put you way before any hoes
I don't slept on plenty floors
If she rolling with me
She more than a pretty face
Buy you what you drink
God made me the realest na gotta give him thanks
Just might drop my own cologne and call it dank
Check the game tape see my name hold rank
Stack Ben-Franks money dance out the bank
Left right right money dance out the bank
Blessings came never ran from the pain
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