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We on these Forges smokin Kush got our eyes low in the east got Bitches screamin is that Pablo, Its Cookie Money so you know these Racks dont fold I rock with K's and Glocks sneakdiss we gone blow; there go Pablo and im trippin with them Trill Youngins back to back in the Foreigns and we STILL STUNTIN; Cookie Money Loafgang got the bitches whilin Forgeauto Foreign Thangs got em pussy poppin.
Out in Oakland Nigga shout to them Trill Youngins hit the mall and throw them bands till i dont feel nothin know some OG's in they 40's that be still Hustlin they like youngin slow down and try ta build somethin im busy trynna cop Giuseppe might get lost in closet Foreign everywhere to much money in my pockets its so heavy here bought a beamer with no L's I aint even care i just knew that was the quickest way to make em stare bling bling chandelier thats my fuckin ear always money before bitches yea i fuckin swear the day i lost my dog the last day i shed a tear.
We on these Forges smokin Kush got our eyes low in the east got Bitches screamin is that Pablo, Its Cookie Money so you know these Racks dont fold I rock with K's and Glocks sneakdiss we gone blow; there go Pablo and im trippin with them Trill Youngins back to back in the Foreigns and we STILL STUNTIN; Cookie Money Loafgang got the bitches whilin Forgeauto Foreign Thangs got em pussy poppin.
Niggas hate cause im burnin up Gucci shades with a lot of bands mice niggas they turn right real niggas never trust friends True Religion them play jeans walkin out just to get right make bands i blow bands i spend it all just to get it back Glock 40 with a bun on it i told you niggas i make it sweet my hood grindin & mouth Glisten with a couple hun on my feet tatted up like a migo my hood dreams was a kilo bike life with J's on killin shit like Chino trill Youngins and Loafgang Cookie Money we band up passin yall in them Foreign cars we 4 deep in a Benz truck and all these bands on me i cant fuckin move i wanted be a baller had to finish school.
We on these Forges smokin Kush got our eyes low in the east got Bitches screamin is that Pablo, Its Cookie Money so you know these Racks dont fold I rock with K's and Glocks sneakdiss we gone blow; there go Pablo and im trippin with them Trill Youngins back to back in the Foreigns and we STILL STUNTIN; Cookie Money Loafgang got the bitches whilin Forgeauto Foreign Thangs got em pussy poppin.
They say Cook niggas hatin why you stunt so much i hit licks pimp bitches i dont give a fuck tell them broke niggas hatin get they bands up imma flex on the gram cause they feelings hurt 20 racks in her panties she dont need a purse....."
Out in Oakland Nigga shout to them Trill Youngins hit the mall and throw them bands till i dont feel nothin know some OG's in they 40's that be still Hustlin they like youngin slow down and try ta build somethin im busy trynna cop Giuseppe might get lost in closet Foreign everywhere to much money in my pockets its so heavy here bought a beamer with no L's I aint even care i just knew that was the quickest way to make em stare bling bling chandelier thats my fuckin ear always money before bitches yea i fuckin swear the day i lost my dog the last day i shed a tear.
We on these Forges smokin Kush got our eyes low in the east got Bitches screamin is that Pablo, Its Cookie Money so you know these Racks dont fold I rock with K's and Glocks sneakdiss we gone blow; there go Pablo and im trippin with them Trill Youngins back to back in the Foreigns and we STILL STUNTIN; Cookie Money Loafgang got the bitches whilin Forgeauto Foreign Thangs got em pussy poppin.
Niggas hate cause im burnin up Gucci shades with a lot of bands mice niggas they turn right real niggas never trust friends True Religion them play jeans walkin out just to get right make bands i blow bands i spend it all just to get it back Glock 40 with a bun on it i told you niggas i make it sweet my hood grindin & mouth Glisten with a couple hun on my feet tatted up like a migo my hood dreams was a kilo bike life with J's on killin shit like Chino trill Youngins and Loafgang Cookie Money we band up passin yall in them Foreign cars we 4 deep in a Benz truck and all these bands on me i cant fuckin move i wanted be a baller had to finish school.
We on these Forges smokin Kush got our eyes low in the east got Bitches screamin is that Pablo, Its Cookie Money so you know these Racks dont fold I rock with K's and Glocks sneakdiss we gone blow; there go Pablo and im trippin with them Trill Youngins back to back in the Foreigns and we STILL STUNTIN; Cookie Money Loafgang got the bitches whilin Forgeauto Foreign Thangs got em pussy poppin.
They say Cook niggas hatin why you stunt so much i hit licks pimp bitches i dont give a fuck tell them broke niggas hatin get they bands up imma flex on the gram cause they feelings hurt 20 racks in her panties she dont need a purse....."
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