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Disco Shit
03 Greedo
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Used to traffic cocaine
Fuck fame, fuck fame (money isn't real George)
(This is pure Colombian cocaine ladies and gentleman)
Fuck fame (money isn't real)
Disco shit
(Whoa, Kenny)
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my another life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Met the plug, and his wife had sex with me
George Young in the 1970's
I had to make a flip
I had to flip me a zip
I had to take me a trip
I'm on the plug with the bricks
I'm on the bed at the crib
Rollin' and steerin' the wheel, these niggas darin' for real
Hasta luego, watch the Diegos
Heavy, our weight up, niggas is haters
Gotta get paper, get in, get out
Touchin' the clout, niggas is goin' that route
Gotta go Pablo, I'm talkin' the phone, take convos
I'm sellin' the work to Gustavo
I put the work in my nostrils
Yeah, I got a test, yeah
Don't trust your momma or ex-bitch
They tryna get you arrested
(Don't you fucking put yours hands one me!)
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my another life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Fuck fame, bitch, I traffic cocaine
Pushed a spare of Mulsanne
Got the police on my head now
Dope game, brought the kilos on the plane
23, Lebron James
Got my package on the airline, yeah, now
Drop '85, you can't compete it now
Niggas did never stop smokin' that crack
I serve my chicken hard, fried
Niggas get labeled a snitch
Then niggas get hit, 'cause he ain't no friend of mine
I'm a seven-figure rich nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
Put him underground, underground
Hung up like Tony Montana
Reload it, I pull out the stick on these cockroaches
I took a jugg out the pack
And we're poppin' it like we rockin' with baking soda
P Diddy, every nigga that got it from me
He got hit with the remix
New Benz, 'fore you get in this mothafuckin' whip
Better clean off your feet, bitch
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my another life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this
Disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I (yeah yeah)