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Wall Paul Gimme That

With my mind on cash hand on glock Gettin' money evading cops Milk and honey, I need that guap All that runnin', it's time to stop Gimme that bread or get this lead All that cash that

full of beat Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat Frown, you can make us all clown in the street Gimme the beat and we leakin' No mercy for the haters that

Jeezy Got that thang on me so you better take it easy Catch me in tha hood knockin' pictures off tha wall Sittin' sideways like that nigga Paul Wall

put it on me and i'd never be the same that'd be nice but i do not think that that's gone do a thang im married to my change and that will never change

gettin throw'd Ridin-ridin' 84's Bustin-bustin' threw ya kit 'cause I got suicide do's Lil mama spread ya legs Before that gimme head Before I let you

you... (fat mother fucker) [Royce Speaking] Ayo, cut that shit. Fuck that nigga, you diss me you gon' be dissed back, nigga. Yo mama. (mother fucker) And I beat yo' ass. Wall

like real wack and shit, so that's all the response. He said "man that was tite." [Jay-Z:] "That, that was cool. That was hot." That was it. You know,

spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat See you with' your chain, better gimme that Bitch, Mac book pros all over Tact took stacks, shook pros all over I got goons that

wine up) [Chorus: Elephant Man] Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine