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Laid low, in the cut, lamped up - Posted
 Laid low, in the cut, lamped up - Posted
 Laid low, in the cut, lamped up - Posted
 Posted, posted, posted...
 Hey man, I'm posted, laid low, in the cut, lamped up
 Came through in a range rover, nigga, beep beep, nigga, back up
 We four deep, Pac'd up, just in case she act up
 Get stomped out, smacked up, ambulances, fire trucks
 Wired up, high as fuck, making loot, you drying up
 You stay at home, we flying out, you falling off, we climbing up
 And I'm too cool for these ratchet bitches
 Too cool for these average niggas
 Who the- who the fuck asked you, niggas?
 Vroom vroom, I move past you niggas
 Posted, laid low, in the cut like nigga, what?
 I got an 1/8 to smoke, she got a big ol' butt
 I'm motivating, she motivated
 Damn, that ass is amaz-on, tank top and my J's on
 No chain on, but I stay on, got a magazine with my face on
 And I'm posted!
 I said Pac Div in the cut, nigga we been doing good
 Stocking cap or Rodger Zapp, I might keep it super hood
 Old school with the newest wood, I'm posted up and I'm drape down
 We drinking on them chickens, homes, you sending hoes, that paypal
 I bend a corner and break out, Betty Crocker that cake, wow
 Down to earth but I'm spaced out, pound of herb, now break down
 I'm lamping, I'm low-key, my mind be on my business
 I'm remy martin cup sipping, might be out for Christmas
 Might be out at Fox Hills, might be out at Lenox
 Them yellow broads with me like they might be out the Simpsons
 Right beside my pimpin, that's the only way to get it
 Catch a nigga lamped up, only way of living
 Posted, in the cut, low pro, Nate Robinson
 Ballin, D. Wade, Chris Paul, A.I., and I'm hoopin
 Where you been? WHo me?
 Overseas, rocking shows, clocking dough, knocking hoes, smoking trees
 Pounds, Euros, nouns, plural
 Save the tough talk and you clowns are churros
 Sweet boy, we got heat boy, you a decoy, so please quit
 My soldiers have been deployed, you get destroyed, you in deep shit
 Beastin, beastin, solid like Ironman
 And while that iron hot I put that California crease in
 LA, NY, been fly, been flown
 In Rome, been grown, fuck boy, get gone
 We big dogs, ya'll small fleas, don't bother me with small fees
 Ay, hold up, I'm busy though, I'll call you, don't call me
 I'm posted
 

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03:08
Key
5
Tempo
72 BPM

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