Pour Some More Paroles

I'm in the kitchen whippin' deuces up like half the time
The other half the time I'm busy somewhere on the grind
Any ? trappin' nine days
Don't give a fuck about what they say, my nigga: crime pays
Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles but I tossed it
I used to have a top but then I lost it
I used to have a conscience but I lost it
I boss so hard that I'm exhausted! It's Gucci!

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More, more
Hate me some fuckin' more!
I love it when you hate me
It make my money grow

Where my money? I think it's on that new shit
On my fucking block I ain't never gotta prove shit
Every time you see me, you know I'm rocking new shit
I got a new whip off of a new bitch
Shit I do this, you know what the truth is In my city, I ain't nothing but a savage
So many cars, garage look like traffic
When I pull my whips out, you know I'm causing damage

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I'm a quarterback, I take a quarter out
And but a quarter back and help harvest that
It's that ice check when I rob my chain
When the girls see me, catch a heart attack
Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known fact
? what you know about that?
Kill the ho, where your hoes at?
Nigga, beef with me, now how smart was that?
I'm goin' in like a curfew
Like yesterday you old news
In the studio with chrome tools
No engineers, no ? dudes
I should walk around with toilet tissue
Til' the end time bring ?