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Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That b*tch like me but I don’t give a f*ck B*tch n*gga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a f*ck I’m so grimy They can’t like me The paper I get it The paper I get it
What the f*ck n*gga, I rock Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top B*tch, my drop top, make n*ggas feel like There’s something wrong with their hustle I’m eating, I suggest you n*ggas try this Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itus I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold You take a hit of how this feel you want more Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack Wassup when I crossover, there ain’t no coming back Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking Perfect product, customer good looking This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right Do my numbers man, why your baker count light That work you put out, that was stepped on My shit raw dope, pur heroin
[Chorus] Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That b*tch like me but I don’t give a f*ck B*tch n*gga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a f*ck I’m so grimy They can’t like me The paper I get it The paper I get it
Here it is n*gga, 1000 grams of uncut Take it off consignment, f*ck up and you’re f*cked This is certified hood shit, ghetto gold good shit Sniff a line of this, take a pull of that This a fact, either which way you hiding that I’ve been here before, it’s so familiar Bag up, fill up the paraphernalia I wanna win so bad, n*gga I wanna kill ya Get in the way, I’m six spray I’m bad news Denzel when the trumpet blow, more better blues It’s psychotic, my flows are narcotic Tell me how you want it, my n*gga I got it For days, my money give me goose bumps My pockets swollen, two lumps Count it all, 10 cent no cent a dime You know me, you know I got a hell of a grind
[Chorus] Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That b*tch like me but I don’t give a f*ck B*tch n*gga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don’t give a f*ck I’m so grimy They can’t like me The paper I get it The paper I get it
There’s nothing to it I can smell hater You know what this is G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G G-unit This is therapy for me man I just gotta focus on my art. I’m an artist You can appreciate it Like you appreciate a Picasso Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me When you look at me You should say this is fresh This is abstract This is a work of art This is 50 Til next time, G-G-G-G-G-unit.
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