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Noke D
I'm talking cash n***a
Gripping grain swanging lanes
We talking cash n***a
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash n***a
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash n***a
Cause I tussle on the mind
I'm talking cash n***a -4x
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the Southside b***h I'm far from a h*e
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
Got to strap my glock got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the Southside Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing crawl down slow
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no h*e
I'ma knock down that h*e Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating h*es I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreckshop hating h*es be on d**k
It's that boy Moe I'm out the Southside
I done came down Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Ain't gone stop to the T-O-P
I creep I'm putting it down from the M-O to the E
My n***a Noke Deezy all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim p***y got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check
If you want me to be on your song or sing a d**n hook
It gotta be five grand b***h I'm coming down cool
With my n***a what Blue U
Out the Southside M-O-E a d**n fool
With my partner D-Reck h*es they been checked
It's that Wreckshop earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv my n***a Big Toon
Knocking down soon Moe-Yo gotta get a room
At the end of the f**king night I'm gone be f**king
It's that Moe coming down I do the gangsta strutting
My n***a King One let's have fun
My partners Keke Weets the Lil Red coming down on hard
My n***a High G you know he's down with me
M-O to the E from the 1 2 3
The Wreckshop tree that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on f**king hard
Since I was 17 I've been sipping on sip
B***h n***as come through empty out the clip
I love old school cars with candy a*s paint
Your other n***as pussies cause them other n***as fake
You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the street b***h I'm a trill a*s n***a
And now since the eighties putting n***as down
Letting motherf**kers hear all that bass around
I ride an Impala don't pop my collar
Coming through the record company want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper b***h you don't get no d**k
And I ain't put my d**k in the uh you wrecked
Cause tramp h*es be talking on the pilla walking
Out the street get them h*es telling em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that b***h that b***h will get you hit
I see it all the time b***hes get knocked on the grind
Keep it ten with that wife coming back in the middle of the night
Say b***h you need to stop you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts
I'm talking bout they cousin coming through b***hes buzzing
Drinking on hennessy b***h you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab coming through whipping a*s
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around
