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Heart on Icepack
Rome Streetz feat. Mooch
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Futurewave
Uh, yo, uh
Still got the raw, I ain't world tourin'
Rockin' Greg Lauren, blowin' weed smoke out the foreign
In the buildin' pressin' E pills and foreign
Need a transport, I used my broad and her friend
Couple niggas salty as fuck, they hate the fact I'm makin' waves
Tried to duplicate the blueprint, got sacked on the play
Stay out my way or get left slumped like Ardy Clay
Wastin' mad studio time with that garbage you make
Fuck you artists, God, my target is a large estate
New Ferrari car, garlic steamed lobsters on the plate
Pockets swell, got clientele from my block to out of state
The forty knock a organ out your body, leave you sloppy
Make money fast 'cause it comin' like that
Tracy bought a two for thirty, hit it
Once and said she comin' right back
Can't trust none of these motherfuckers, keep a nice gat
Blood full of fire and my heart on ice pack
Whatever you and your squad think you are, I'm twice that
Bring the work out to Long Island, they payin' twice that
Piece of Brillo and a rock where the end of the pipe at
And light that, they like that, lately that's where my life at
Yo, uh
My shit voodoo, nigga, you know my style
'Bout to break it down in plastic and pass it off to the crowd
Yo, serve the junkie right on the mattress, she wore a gown
I'm ridin' in the town car givin' work to the town
Gucci did the makeup, fuck up her makeup on the wake up
The sizzlin' heat burnin' her cheeks like a Steak-umm
I'm smellin' a fake thug, you probably got a pay stub
Who's the type of nigga to buy a brick usin' straight dubs?
You a straight dub, but Twenty probably got same blood
You not a shooter, your niggas usin' the same gun
We both dope, but I'm sayin' we not the same drug
We don't walk the streets and the people give us the same hugs
Bet I slap your mans like a bitch, these OJ gloves
Hit you with the boy, you busy tryin' to raise one
Crystals on the cocaine shinin' bright like a ray gun
Yo, yo, don't get shot with the same one, nigga
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