BCGMMG Remix (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill)

Stalley

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    I just be laughing at these haters
    My laugh is like
    My laugh sound like

    Drag racin', left the game behind me
    I'm zoomin' on these niggas and I don't see nobody
    There's no competition and I told you niggas I'd be
    Back to put it down, now I'm back with the crown
    Crooked C with the pins on it, my kid's life depends on it
    So when the pen glowin', and I get goin, I ain't tip toein', I'm stompin'
    And them black boots, thug mind
    Look at the ish they start
    Made a honest man straight heartless... Once in a while I be ski mask mobbin'

    Someone pass me the Marlboro, I got somethin' to say boy
    Real intelligent ish too, somethin' niggas'll pay for
    Got filth under my nails, so I ain't tryna be no playboy
    Won't sell you nothin' I ain't boy, see I ain'tfor
    That dumb ish
    Yea I'll aim at ya nugget
    Open that rat hole and I'll plug it
    Took my... and I thugged it
    Now these lame ass niggas they love it, I does it
    For you and you, put it together like two and two
    BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew

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    BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
    BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
    BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
    BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew

    Drag racin' haters all behind me
    Niggas mad at me cause my chrome wheels shinin'
    Flag hangin, bosses move in silence
    The money came slow, then I started vibin'
    Bumpin' Tela nigga "I'm so tired of ballin'"
    My new crib got four fuckin' waterfalls in it
    Behind the double doors it look like it's a mall in it
    Fuck her good, bend her over, then I fall in it
    Pair of Chuck Taylor's, I rarely call tennis
    All the locc's sport'em, and they all menace
    From a nickel rock the Louboutin's on any block
    Public transportation our Lamborghini's on Rickenbacker
    Still under surveillance, look over you haters
    Right back to this money, I'll get with you later
    I'm stackin' this money, can't do you no favors
    I'm fuckin' with Stalley, we still on the pavement

    Rolex, I get more sex
    Ho's tryna hang like coat check
    Four's on the rang nigga no sweat
    And every time I'm in the bank that's more checks
    And my nigga's got work no Bowflex, and my 44th Ward dogs go fetch
    Two bad hoes with me and they both wet
    And I stand on the corner like I protest
    Till that work done, and that first come
    And when the re-up came, I was the first one
    Like the Re-Up Gang I had two clips, up in my new glicc, ready to hurt something
    Cops came, I ain't heard nothin'
    Rock came, I served somethin'
    Started off with that.oz and tried to flip that bitch to a whole ki'
    I'm OG, you know me
    Your work high, I'm low key
    I started off with like four quarters and it was tie game, I went OT
    Your girlfriend she so freak, eat the dick till she OD
    Gotta yellow Rollie, with a yellow bezel, and them rocks in it like cold pink

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