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So what - Styles P
So what we pack guns
Put hash in our w**d
So what we sell ***
We got kids to feed
We hustle all night
F**k hoes and get right
And you know we love to fight
Dutch rolled smoking my **
Drinking my 'yac had to borrow
This from snoop and khalifa
I'm feeling like today is
Easter I'm so fresh
Ten in the game still
Considered the best
Anything for my son across my chest
Loving the streets so I aingt
That pressed to put on a vest
Watching wade everybody think
That they winning
Season started later press
Me do it from the beginning
Still kobe whips european ginobli
We smoke w**d like it's
A bogey I'm so high
Drink pop a vicodin and
Donnie ready to fly
O T trunk full of lady gaga
I clap at these niggas for kiss
I be a blood donor for P
If he ask me I'd cut off my wrist
And let it drip into his I V
It's all real donnie G
Dot dot millionaire
They ask me is the feeling gone
Push button b**ch ask me
Where the ceiling gone
Winter time heat blowing
With my ice showing
Ayo styles do me a favor
What keep flowing ok
So what I blow w**d and keep
Plenty of hash on me
Run up in the spot with the
Burner and mask on me
Sold coc*ine and keep
Plenty of cash on me
I lay you out if my
Homie is asking me
You dongt understand then
You got some audacity
Street life is rough yeah
It takes some tenacity
Louch say kill them or kiss
Tell me to kill them
I'll blow your brains out ni**a
I'm thick with them
I'll smoke a ni**a and tell
Them the fifth did dutch did it
Go 'head ni**a f**k with it
Come through with your ice
I'm getting you stuck with it
Go 'head and play the man if you want
You know ghost dumping
Seven grams in the blunt
And I got the killers
In the van in the front
Mad high like so what ni**a
You dongt like me
F**k you you ni**a
So what we pack guns
Put hash in our w**d
So what we sell ***
We got kids to feed
We hustle all night
F**k hoes and get right
And you know we love to fight