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Start Trouble Move Bitch

got some hot shit Sick of you cats screaming out block shit I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick Look at me now, pull up in the drop six Bitch

got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started

game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star,

shit? You need to leave that alone) So I'm sayin, is it true what she said? Did you jump right out from between her legs and start fryin eggs? [Busta

'Cause even the bitches carry guns High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious with my click 'Cause even the bitches

of money, yeah For the love of the wasteland Claire For the love that brought me here Dropping piece to the double glock Ready when the trouble knocks

and duck Shot back other bitches would've folded up Now that's my kind of bitch, I know I'm the judge But I love that bitch and I'm coming with her Creme

to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure (We decompose your crowd) We layin' down tighter than plaques When I blast I wild like them two bitches

', turn it up See the money ain't a thang My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do