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News or somthn

Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Got to throw sauce on it, cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the far corner, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it fine out in Dallas
Hope you didn't to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't do it but the way we established
Hope you didn't turn your back on your family
The way a nigga look 'round here, they a backstab you
Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming through the cut like an old grim reaper
Bout to get straight finnesed, tryina get a little cheaper
Hold on that clip like a doped up nigga
Hang on that strip, whatever that nigga

Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And your mans ain't hurt, the fans got him
I see you cruising, riding through the west side
Go Pro legs and the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rocking little Kanye
Got the traffic jam playing like the masquerade
A few real ones ain't get sit at your next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder, came through holding on the K like a drummer
Aching to the boss side, no wonder
Niggas getting cross-sided nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting exiled in their own country
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing

Had the ??? to park, came up and now it's Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger
Niggas swimming in the water, no powder
Niggas trying to walk with my shadow
Knock a bird on a bezel, I'm a well-known rebel
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn this off and I can kick it a-Capella
We work the front street with mamas
Said don't go, we went out
Chop out the ??? crack, we went out
Shawty don't fuck with these foes
These n*ggas be telling these days, be telling these days

Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And your mans ain't hurt, the fans got him
I see you cruising, riding through the west side
Go Pro legs and the tech, yea peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them Wolves out, rocking little Kanye
Got the traffic jam playing like the masquerade
A few real ones ain't get sit at your next birthday
Tell them young niggas grind
Before you gon' knock someone down
And they gon shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over yonder, came through holding on the K like a drummer
??? no wonder
Niggas getting cross-sided, no wonder
Hoes getting exiled in their own country
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing