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[Featuring Lunasicc  151] 
Chorus: C Bo 
All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes 
A Lexus  a mansion and eternal life 
Maybe what it was  I was askin for too much 
Prayin to God  thinkin 'did he give a fuck?' 
Twelve years old  I was always told 
Every day I want it  that glitter ain't gold 
But fuck that shit  I want a twelve inch dick 
A Coupe  a chrome  and a money makin bitch 
Verse 1: C Bo 
A 'Lac  front, back, man, I wish I had it 
In a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic 
I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville 
Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L 
Cos see these bitches ain't shit but investments 
And they ain't worth shit unless they makin profit 
I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs 
Some pussy, dough, diamonds and G's 
So when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot 
Collect it from hookers more famous than Betty Boo 
It be that, legalised pimpin that's keepin me above the water 
Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller 
Cos a broke bitch ain't nuttin but a downfall 
Unless she cement her money and her mind, y'all 
And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control 
I been practisin the shit since twelve years old 
Chorus 
Verse 2: Lunasicc 
One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane 
Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs 
Slappin these bitches, y'all can't be laggin on the payroll 
Let's get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo 
I'm cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter 
I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner 
Creepin when I'm sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted 
by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay 
Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew 
that if you fuck wit one of my niggas then you're fuckin wit the crew 
We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat 
Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh 
I'm bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it 
I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it 
Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-Jays 
Blastin like I'm crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso 
Chorus 
Verse 3: 151 
Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno 
Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos 
Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack 
As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak 
I'm just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes 
Might catch em fo'-deep in a C-Ville on triple golds 
Wit cell phones and pagers as if it's on a grind 
So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a goldmine 
I'm on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax 
I'm wrapped up in my safe and G-pacts 
Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin 
youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin 
Ain't no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off 
They get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally's 
Winners are stackin chips up like alleys 
From Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, nigga 
Chorus 
Bitch!

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