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Originally Posted by HaydenAsche
CREAM. Get the money, dolla dolla bill y'all.
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you couldn't never understand how my mind ticks,
i'm on some old school crime shit, where niggaz hold tools and keep them dimes lit, and their aint no rules to these iron shots, as soon as I put the pressure on they burn straight through your flesh and bone, no body wanna be broke and you neither, put me on the corner watch me catch a quick case of cream fever, and if you be poppin shit my niggaz wont believe ya probably punch in your face and take you wallet when we see ya, but son it gets deeper, I'm runnin around with a click thats being hunted by the grim reeper, when I was a youth I was outcast, run around with pellet guns playin war but now its all about cash,
I'm caught up, caught up in the mix and shit, and I aint tryin to hear shit y'all my krew's got cash to get, blast you with the pistol if i have too and mama, its all about cash in the fist fulls