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AR-AB

"THIS THAT! THIS THAT!"

(Filthy) Nightmare on all streets Volume 2, (AR-AB) You already know. Aye Filthy, (Filthy) I got Ar-AB in the building with me. (AR-AB) Welcome home man (Filthy)What up AB?(AR-AB) We coming for what's ours. (Filthy) Let's get it (AR-AB) Let's get to it

THIS THAT! THIS THAT! For my n*gga I'm a ride music, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Somebody bout to die music. THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Lean back get high, this that hustle from the muscle go getta flip pie music

Verse 1 (Filthy Rich) Got a lot of sh*t for sale but my soul is priceless, now Trump got elected every things divisive, to me he in there now, it don't matter if we like it. Hope he legalize weed and drop the coke prices. Catch you in traffic slipping on a perfect night, you see that tent roll down, pistol gripped tight, lean out the passenger, nickel plate bright, leave you slumped on the horn right there at the light. I got long term goals, but I need a bag tonight. Butterknife whipping clockwise, left to right. You a social thug, you ain't bout that life, everything you do, you do for views and likes. I don't do new n*ggas, got to much at stake, the last dudes you'd expect be the first to break. It's a real thin line between love and hate and the lines even thinner between real and fake. Whoever get the drop determines who goes, I got the streets riled up not to mention the hoes. And yeah I'm bout to hit the road, but it ain't bout no rap shows, I manufacture, distribute and traffic O's!

THIS THAT! THIS THAT! For my n*gga I'm a ride music, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Somebody bout to die music. THIS THAT! THAT! Lean back get high, this that hustle from the muscle go getta flip pie music

THIS THAT! THIS THAT! For my n*gga I'm a ride music, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Somebody bout to die music. THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Lean back get high, this that hustle from the muscle go getta flip pie music

Verse 2 (Ar-Ab) Counting dirty money while I'm sitting on the floor, give a fiend a rock when I send him to the store. 14 on the block hide the bundle in my drawers, 14 in this Glock make me send him to the morgue. Came from a bundle got rich stayed humble, shot 10 times sh*t bag on my stomach, vision ware glass turn half to a hundred, you gotta ball hard cause they laughed when I wasn't. Remember having bail nobody wouldn't pay, sitting in a cell every night say a prayer, my hurt and soul in a verse when I say it. I eyeball the work I don't even gotta weigh it,house so big I don't even got a neighbor, I call Naskeem he a do you for a favor, if my b*tch leave give me back what I gave her, on Allegheny Avenue I'm the Mayor. THIS THAT! THIS THAT! me and my n*ggas in a squatter, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! hop out prolly rob ya. WHIP THAT! WHIP THAT! turn 4 to a 9 SIP THAT! SIP THAT! slow 'til I'm nodded

THIS THAT! THIS THAT! For my n*gga I'm a ride music, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Somebody bout to die music. THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Lean back get high, this that hustle from the muscle go getta flip pie music

THIS THAT! THIS THAT! For my n*gga I'm a ride music, THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Somebody bout to die music. THIS THAT! THIS THAT! Lean back get high, this that hustle from the muscle go getta flip pie music

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