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wink loc - give 'em hell lyrics

[verse 1 – wink loc]
pistols and cocaine
hubloted off that dope, mane
pockets full of ghosts off that dope game
?, dope chain, dope lane
made a half a mil off that green thing
sticky icky, wrap ’em up and ship ’em out
$2,000 sweatsuits when i’m steppin’ out
say i’m talkin’ money, but i’m livin’ life
like it’s my last breath every single night
violate the team, watch how n-ggas ride
90 for the rollie, what i care ’bout time
presidential faces, watch me stack ’em up
put ’em in rubber bands when we count ’em up
money, money, money, that’s all n-ggas know
posin’ with your b-tch, i do it all for show
one five told me chill, but i couldn’t though
big bad crip, i’m unstoppable
wink lookin’ king, push the best of both worlds
g-ngb-ngin’ dope boy, quick to f-ck your girl
pop a molly, pop a perc
yeah, that’s for the hipsters
blue steel on my waist, it’ll have you twitchin’
550 dreamin’, panorama on the roof
foreign coupe, foreign b-tch, gettin’ head like whoo
your big dreams, i’m just livin’ it
i’m front row, you just witnessin’

[hook – ra diggs]
i’m loved by few, respected by all
hated by many, but none stand tall
you better ride with me, homie
a n-gga ride thick
i’m with the big homies of the bloods and the crips
headshots, red dot, death to all my enemies
death to everybody tryin’ to stop me in the industry
i got the hate that the jail cells make
i’mma give these n-ggas h-ll, long as me and god straight

[verse 2 – pusha t]
keep the hundreds, throw the fives in the fireplace
they say the skin on blowfish is an acquired taste
i know it’s raw when they pupils start to dilate
flake griffin, la clippin’ as i dominate
the home is one point somethin’ like it’s diamond weight
see, i ain’t have sh-t
now i overcompensate
i don’t talk name brands, i talk numbers
hundred dollar tank tops all summer
dune buggy s550s all summer
droppin’ b-tches off, screaming f-ck your n-gga
beach chair and boat shoes, i relax on ’em
you know i bes with you honey, like it’s wax on ’em
we up in customs, all these racks on him
international baller, ain’t no tax on him
yuugh, it’s king push here with wink loc
that means it’s 1000 grams or it’s gun smoke

[hook]

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