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Tell you what, if I need a gun, I'll use one of his | Really? One of my guns? | How do you picture that happening exactly?
Tell you what, if I need a gun, I'll use one of his Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly? Well, I guess I'm gonna take it from you That, that is just special Ah, take, how are you gonna take one of my guns? Come on, Billy Jackoff, take my gun from me, let me see it Here, I'll make it easy for ya You can make it not so easy (you got it) Oh, what the -? Son of a - Yo' girl hit my line (why?), she said she love my 'fit (yeah) You better come get her 'fore she end up on my dick And I don't even give a damn, they call me Dirty Dan (yeah) And I pull up with the blick, shoot yo' feet and make you dance (hey, hey, hey) Now I'm walkin' out the bank (what?), ice up in my hands (yeah) They call me Schuyler Bailar 'cause I'm feelin' like the man I don't even need to front, get anything I want (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) I got the cash to prove it, rollin' hundreds like they blunts Like gas pedal, grab the wall Work it like you tryna make your ass fall off Ay, feet up, grab the wall Work it like you tryna make your ass fall off Ay, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal Like gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal I got a hundred on the gas, and the pedal to the metal Gonna floor this shit 'til the smoke done settle You a bitch boy now, I'm a home-grown rebel Got her hands on the deck 'cause her legs gon' tremble Yeah, I walked in lookin' like a whole damn lick Got your bitch up on my line because she suckin' on my dick Got a hundred missed calls, foreign bitches wanna link Got a hundred on the dash and a foreign-ass whip Got a one-two Glock when I step through Party on me, with the bando, we gon' get loose If you wanna play, lil' bitch, put me in red tube I ain't talkin' baddies or Caddys, I'm finna pack you All these fuckin' bitches are hoes, I really ran through She just wanted one more time in the bathroom I don't wanna fuck two hoes in a bad mood So I grab the ass, yeah, and I fucked her in the backroom Yo' girl hit my line (why?), she said she love my 'fit (yeah) You better come get her 'fore she end up on my dick And I don't even give a damn, they call me Dirty Dan (yeah) And I pull up with the blick, shoot yo' feet and make you dance (hey, hey, hey) Now I'm walkin' out the bank (what?), ice up in my hands (yeah) They call me Schuyler Bailar 'cause I'm feelin' like the man I don't even need to front, get anything I want (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) I got the cash to prove it, rollin' hundreds like they blunts Like gas pedal, grab the wall Work it like you tryna make your ass fall off Ay, feet up, grab the wall Work it like you tryna make your ass fall off Ay, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal Like gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas pedal
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