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I'm the boss of the My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I make yo my business I got on the doe I call it Dennis the You get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the candy I it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it call me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation enter in my opponent like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That mean it throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and that I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me my carrier And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will murder a murderer I worry with worriers I get and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe a burglar Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is The TV in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies bill collectors cause they just keep on calling With all car-loving woman I feel like 007 Can they just throw your car, the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em I'm a leave em as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top Hit that on the dash until it close (till it close) The laws pull my candy thang over But my pistol hitting somewhere by the (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting that and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on some (on some jewels) And you know this is true got me confused I won't go broke I'm nothing you
Styles Ay, stop bout what you finna do You goin get the doe go get the doe I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo And all my doe on gettin mo I'm way cooler than you dudes And I'm way smoother you fools Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new whip I call it Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the region Been the rapper out the forty-fo You don't be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I ya roll and you know it bro and I brought some doe You already I don't converse And if a hater take my doe Then break his face with my Converse Talk and then bomb first Like I'm having Fetti Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a ever beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I leave that to You ain't even trash yet But raise your mind and I'm mad already