Wooo I think I'm finna...Roar, Roar, Roar
Hold on Dinero just called my phone
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for? nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy-Rich, but my gang really rich
Boy I'm gassed up yo pup-pup sittin' on E
You don't got five bucks you're broke as f*ck
How the hell you want a Barbie
These hoes slow as hell
They think I'm finna' save her I'm not Clark Kent or Kal-El
(SKRR) (ROAR) Hold on Dinero just called my phone
I got these racks these whores wanna call my phone
It's not even like that I'm just tryna bone
I got bad hoes like Baby Boy she wanna have my baby boy
I'm not Slim Shady, but I'm the real one and they decoys
He tried to hop them shots
He must've thought that bitch was Bullet Bill
Boy was a hot shot
Now that nigga somewhere chillin
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for, nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy Rich, but my gang really rich
SprK - 45 Cal Lyrics
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Wooo I think I'm finna...Roar, Roar, Roar
Hold on Dinero just called my phone
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for? nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy-Rich, but my gang really rich
Boy I'm gassed up yo pup-pup sittin' on E
You don't got five bucks you're broke as f*ck
How the hell you want a Barbie
These hoes slow as hell
They think I'm finna' save her I'm not Clark Kent or Kal-El
(SKRR) (ROAR) Hold on Dinero just called my phone
I got these racks these whores wanna call my phone
It's not even like that I'm just tryna bone
I got bad hoes like Baby Boy she wanna have my baby boy
I'm not Slim Shady, but I'm the real one and they decoys
He tried to hop them shots
He must've thought that bitch was Bullet Bill
Boy was a hot shot
Now that nigga somewhere chillin
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for, nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy Rich, but my gang really rich
Hold on Dinero just called my phone
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for? nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy-Rich, but my gang really rich
Boy I'm gassed up yo pup-pup sittin' on E
You don't got five bucks you're broke as f*ck
How the hell you want a Barbie
These hoes slow as hell
They think I'm finna' save her I'm not Clark Kent or Kal-El
(SKRR) (ROAR) Hold on Dinero just called my phone
I got these racks these whores wanna call my phone
It's not even like that I'm just tryna bone
I got bad hoes like Baby Boy she wanna have my baby boy
I'm not Slim Shady, but I'm the real one and they decoys
He tried to hop them shots
He must've thought that bitch was Bullet Bill
Boy was a hot shot
Now that nigga somewhere chillin
This not a game no I'm not playin' round
These niggas finna bite that round
Give a f*ck bout them damn 9s, I'm boutta upgrade to .45 Cal
F*ck I'mma crash out for, nigga that cash in
Me and my dog got passports light the runway we landin' in
F*ck nigga gon' need some bandages, made that bed gon' lay in it
Hell nah I'm not Twizzy Rich, but my gang really rich
Writer: Aaron Evans
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