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• Artiste: EST Gee
• Titre: Tha Last 1 Dec2
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I don't play with nigga, quick decision when I need a killing Free lil' Zoski, I wrote this on your birthday from the feds, he with me Ask me how I'm feeling, I'm on permission, but I'm getting fed up with it We know me from sparing a nigga, I'm not ridin' tinted, stickin' a pistol Bitch, renewing my rental, I'm Godfather of the trenches To get up with me, you need permission, but don't get slimed out trying to get it I put nine shots in a killer, was from his blind spot when I hit him Right across from Wyandotte in the south, mouth lookin' silly, jaw locked, twisted Hope it ain't too late for forgiveness, if it is, fuck it, I can live with it Know if I did it, I can deal with it, know shit old, I can still feel it Scars steady itchin', re-ing up with Richard, Days Inn, Motel 6's He trail me from Indy, escort bricks of Fendi presidentially My scale be my witness, Pyrex non-stick pot, water-resistant I'm whippin' a Bentley, I don't want nobody in here with me When I'm gettin' down Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou' I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around Whip that chicken out Whip them Benjis out, uh This how them millions sound This how that chicken sound This how that money sound This how that money sound Bag my cash up, a boss, a nigga better watch the way he talk I get him smashed up V12, the fast one, motor inside the back of it Project bitch, know if she drive these bricks for me, I'm gettin' her ass done Any whip I posted, I ain't sold it, but I crash some Labels want they artists to be like Geeski, but I'm the last one Come through, pay the cash bond, make sure niggas have somethin' Go get the yolies, have 'em fully loaded, ain't gotta ask me, know I'm goin' They done put the water on it, that's why the feeling ain't as strong But why I came back with that yola? Made the real niggas proud Have lil' brodie get his motion, he wanna see a nigga smile Show him how to focus, don't have unfamiliars around When I'm gettin' down Gave lil' bro fifteen, he was twenty, wish he went to trial That's still around, whole thangs of pow-wow cost you sixteen thou' I'm through yo' city, them hoes get pretty, they know them niggas out, uh She said she never seen six figures, I whipped my wrist around Whip that chicken out Whip them Benjis out, uh This how them millions sound This how that chicken sound