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Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up, ay I done beefed with the best of 'em Balled on the rest of 'em Never hit the ground when the Chach made a mess of 'em LA sets love him, lot of rap niggas hate him He can give two fucks, none them niggas helped make him Boys in the hood, Ice Cube out the county Got grapes hitting rickies like that shotgun in the alley, wait Left me and my Relly bro, we always got a plot Big mops for the opps and big dicks for they cocks, yeah Maybach, Benz, yeah Shining, yeah, blinding up your lens, yeah Saks with two twins, I done blew enough years at them bitches Both for sure finna let me fuck them and they friends, yeah Compton, we don't care, yeah You ain't with the business, why you stand here, partner? Look up in these eyes, ain't no fear here, partner Look up in these eyes, ain't no fear here, partner (We need your sauce, P, oh, we need your sauce) Call my mama though I don't do that talking much Did it in the streets, man, y'all only selling online like OfferUp Labels, you want a piece of this? Then you better get your motherfucking offers up (on God) 'Cause last time, I don't think we really charged enough One, two million Like each one of my plaques say like one, two million Bruh, I'm still a lottery pick like I want two million, get it? Fuck that, ayy, baby Ayy, let me pull up, and hit you with designer dick That kind when I slide inside, it realign your shit That, "You ain't seen in two weeks, I gotta find this" dick That, "So good, I f******u with your baby mama" dick, on God Hit Bird like, "What you on?" He like, "I'm boolin'" S2 dropping Diamond Lane the movement Twin coupe racing with my bitch on the 405 354, Diamond Lane, realest crew alive Put it down, put it down (ay) Put it, put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down Put it down Every time I slide through Put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down Put it (put it down), put it down, put it down, put it down Every time I slide through I gotta put it down, every time I slide through He love his baby mama but that's my boo 'Cause I get the mils fast like a drive-thru God bless me (hachoo) Another drug, another drank, ain't no telling what I might do 'Cause all that shit that I done been through Losing homies, ducking feds, what the fuck did I get into? (oh Lord) That's why I pray every day, and every night It's so much going through my head tonight A real nigga need some head tonight I'm like (oh Lord) Every day I'm living on the edge Looking down at my haters, feet on the ledge, yeah I bust a nut and then I go to bed While baby rub my head, you know I Put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down Put it down (a nigga put it down) Every time I slide through Put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down Put it, put it down, put it down, put it down Yeah, every time I slide through I ain't never ran from no nigga in my life I just need a hundred fucking mil' 'fore I die Triple that, need three hundred mil' 'fore I die Triple that, need nine hundred mil' 'fore I die --- Put It Down - Problem and 03 Greedo

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Jason Jackson, Jason Martin, Regis Dupri Bell

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S2

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Rostrum Records

Release Date

November 30, 2018

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million what your don't this like fuck hundred head down ain't mil' every 'cause slide partner yeah nigga done them dick here time mama with through that 'fore baby need

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