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Guillotine (From “True to the Game 2” Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
Wheezy
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(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a card in these G's
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
FN out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak
Trappin' in day, got that in white and green
Coast to coast, flippin' exotic tens
I hit your ho in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link
Haulin' our way to the Philippines
Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain't never seen
Pourin' it up like it's caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Strapped in the field 'fore they catchin' these stains
In the field and you know I'm not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores
Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf on a stallion while I surf in Dior
Rich nigga fucked that bitch just like I'm poor
Stars on the ceilin', Rolls-Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin', Rolls-Royce on the floor
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a card in these G's
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
FN out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak
Trappin' in day, got that in white and green
Coast to coast, flippin' exotic tens
I hit your ho in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link (yeah)
Haulin' our way to the Philippines
I'm true to the game, I never been lame
I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain
Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain
And I'm burnin' her head in the new Mulsanne
These ain't baguette, they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil' slut
Ain't no meetin' with me 'less it's millions and up
Ain't no kickin' with me 'less the bitch wanna fuck
Had choppers in the bando, you already know that
Ask about me, you know I'm somewhere where your ho at
Ten million a throwback
And you know it's fuck 12, gotta know that (you heard me)
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini
This Patek a one of one, you never seen it
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a card in these G's
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
FN out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak
Trappin' in day, got that in white and green
Coast to coast, flippin' exotic tens
I hit your ho in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link
Haulin' our way to the Philippines