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Bomb (Alex Goose Remix)
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Slang drugs got me waking up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker but I'm on deck
Got two and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon' catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson split your potato
At the table cookies shaving and touching base with some faces
Bet they try to make a play for the yay as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a motherfucker
This buster owe me now he act like he don't know me
44 My closest homie, kill cockroaches like Tony
Got Montana motives, Newport 100 dipped in fluid yo I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars now we loc'ing
Call it devilish how I do things
Fuck these niggas talking I leave their thoughts on my shoestrings
Rolling, pockets all swollen
Set the record straight that F&H is what I'm holding
The buster that we know got 50 bows busting open
We came bandana'd up to bag it up now what's the quotient
I split with four niggas, cause I'm a go-getter
I think these suckas pussy, I'mma murk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an icemaker for a heart, made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie all I did was play my fucking part
Cheffing up the crack the heroin the weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fucking restaurant
Cause back when I was 12 threw some
Bales on the scale then I got a pager
We broke 'em down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my mama told her if I died then it was part of nature
28 Days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo powder outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican, Afghan I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough leathers and gorgeous watch
A team on a dreadful level yo
Yeah, we still getting money right?
Long as the sun come out, I hold the 20 sight
Getting fresh just cooling my bitch on my dick
But boo yo you live with your moms just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, a rocket, I think of the Dips
I need jewels and gems with rough flicks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear sacks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here acting up
We real, all G, 75 hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussing we need more heat
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