(this is not hate its just a funni song)
What's up, Lil' Homie
I heard you've been talking mad smack about me
I'm at 124 Conch Street
Pull up if you want this smoke
Hah hah
All these fishes do what I say like Simon
Crib imported from Easter Island
Polynesian floors in my living room's stylish
Cabinets in my kitchen made out of blue diamonds
Second story bedroom is where I reside in
House got a garden in the back that I hide in
It's so rare to ever catch me smiling
I'm a real G, just in case you need reminding
I'm a real G, just in case you need reminding
You don't want these hands
You don't want these hands
I'm a real G, just in case you need rеminding
You don't want these hands
I'm a real G, just in casе you need reminding
I'm ready
I don't need money, boy I work for fun
Go against your favorite rapper? Boy, I've already won
And it doesn't even matter 'cause I'm already done
If you make us even madder, boy I swear you better run
All you wanna do is blabber boy, you don't want none
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