Me OK

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First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential day day, looking like two blocks They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK