Thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-foĭirty money bitch you better get your mud right Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Loco Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! Make millions every year, the souths championĬlean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in Last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins My hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go
Keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked downĪnd I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows And if you goin’ in put your hands in the air.Ĭause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now
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