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Shasta
Dallas Murrae
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I burn the clutch out the spider
That's a .458
And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA
I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang
Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays
Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta
Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta
They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa
Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta
Curly-headed devil
I might take your angel dancin
Went on down to Georgia
Turned the city to a panic
I'm a lover boy
Little gangster, little romantic
Breaking laws in traffic
Their scanner showin' static
That's a loaded Smith & Wesson
When I was a jit
I learned my player shit from Preston
Ain't no logos when I'm dressin
We don't fall in love with all that fake shit you impressed with
I burn the clutch out the spider
That's a .458
And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA
I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang
Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays
Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta
Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta
They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa
Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta
Ayy, bout my bucks like it's Tampa Bay
Just bagged a Spanish Mami
Met her out in Santa Fe
She let me knock it out the park like the Atlanta Braves
Can't blame the coach if you broke
It's bout who ran the plays
This ain't Santa's sleigh
But I'm glidin' bitch
We was all born broke
Now I'm dyin' rich
Like a scientist, no limit to what I can mix
Yes, I admit
Leave them hurt
Zion, bitch
I burn the clutch out the spider
That's a .458
And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA
I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang
Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays
Seven tailored suits in my closet, that's Canasta
Smokin' out the peaches at the telly in Atlanta
They know that I'm all about my bucks like I'm in Tampa
Styrofoam the cups, mix the purple with the Shasta
I burn the clutch out the spider
That's a .458
And you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that's DNA
I'm certified in the city, put respect on my gang
Cause I got all my dogs with me, I don't chat with the strays