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Hot Cross Figure Eight

wrists and ankles Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch, nigga The big picture, get figures,

on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some ***** making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this

the dick gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick murda incorporated, of course ya hate it Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created from

it outside Before his little girl learns to talk Hopes he can get it all figured out Before the judge says that he can walk Chorus Cause it?s hot-wired

in your face man with somethin to sell I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga spinnin in time Two 45's, 357's, and 9's My figure eight, is real is not

Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make

of my jeep [Repeat 1] [Vegas Cats] Only ballers be allowed up in here Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure

Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make

gotta chain out cha range and my cross is sick murda incorporated, of course ya hate it Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created from the Clair