A.W.A the mafia my n**a

You know what it is when you hear that hangman

Ore, I'm a, I'm a Coke Boy

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a Coke Boy, Montana

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me put my gun away

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They tell me to chill, they tell me I made it

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They wanna pull up, take me away

I say they wanna pull up and take me away

For the love of, the love of, the love of money

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

Every time, pull up, watch the b**h smile

Every time, we pull up, wrist fifty thousands

B**h I'm a boss, sipping that lean, whipping the sauce

Jump off the heel, panties come off, my b**h a teen whipping ***

All my niggas shooters but I'm gone, tripping off ***

Throwing that bird in the water

Hustler we came from the corner

Buckskin the b**h that I want

Love of the, love of the money

Call up they coming to ***

Broken a friend you can tell ‘em

Love of the, love of the money

Coke Boy Money

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me put my gun away

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They tell me to chill, they tell me I made it

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They wanna pull up, take me away

I say they wanna pull up and take me away

For the love of, the love of, the love of money

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

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Le problem crest quote's pas sir finisher vie

En plus ya l-celle quo cassette lech colloquies touch lech hours

Les flukes on lech f**k

Ila ch couture aprons wand ch curs aprons l'biff'

Faust barrener loin dicier, sir rune ale

Patty, Mon aim, ch contains

Tout shiver sixshooter eds cocktails

Rappelled Ore pour l'été à Miami

Mon gross crest skiff, la gross quipped

Que dew liquid, demand à French

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me put my gun away

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They tell me to chill, they tell me I made it

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away

They wanna pull up, take me away

I say they wanna pull up and take me away

For the love of, the love of, the love of money

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away