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Yeah Hally dollar mother f*cker yeah, come and dime, dime dime Yeah poppin poppin poppin truck on niggas grannies with the candy on my caley some swangin and then banging got them poppers looking at me in my SB in my low..bad bitches on my jot we rolled up and we holed up and we slowed up and it don't stop this grow shit, this grow shit we talk shit I duz this, your chick ..my love bitch I'm too high to f*ck with we run the crome and I make the foe rollz up in .. I keep the class like share toes got bitches all in my cellphone that switchin the lane standing nigga the grain looking my piece of my chain I'm pimpin my grain 'cause she'll be givin me brain so we can listen to ..who livin a lot f*cking like you getting fly or when you're getting .. I'm puffing the lie tell you that I'ma be high I got me a couple of bitches ..but I'm disgusted but you getting touched and..I bust I bust me a level I bust me a night I'm feelin', I'm sleeping, I'm trippin and tryin to get you so high I'm huggin the silent and why this niggas is been lying my ..a light just a like a pimpin the..in front of their leg ..sippin the tight droppin at my stains owe better got a..low poppin at that candy mother f*cker which your dream hoe I stand too fly and far from a circle bitches wanna know the name .. dollar mother f*cker |