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Speach First of all I want to thank my connect, hold up! I can’t do that yet Y’all motherfuckers know I still live this shit Mount Rushmore with the pot, my face etched in a brick No reminisce, no recall, hit the corner in my Hoop D My trunk is like a free for all Ski for all, I said ski for all Sonny Bono to slopes until the reaper call Connect got me with snow like I was meeting Claus Merry Christmas to coke, here goes a re for y’all Do something nice for your bitch for the winter Red bottom her toes, give her wrist some shimmer Supercharge that range, ridiculous rimmers Show money, blow money, the Re-Up Gang agenda You niggers re-ing up with them low ass dinners We serving it on platters, y’all are great pretenders Hook: Re-Up Gang in the spot tonight Oh, what a feeling selling blocks of white You ain’t even gotta bring your paper out We’re the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house You know I’m felly hustler backcrawling And buy level condos made up with the glass floor Hibberts like 9-4 Chopping that work on a glass plate The last real niggers, we’re condors And speaking of crime lords Trill niggers screaming to encore With the third in stall, meant it as grind four We got it 4 cheap! What I got comes with feathers and beaks I can dare my competitor to speak Them four bow letters, K |