| hoe
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| smoke
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| hoe
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| smoke
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| hoe
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| smoke
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| hoe
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| smoke
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| flow, Panamera
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| Lil' homie, better watch all your shit
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| UA might go and steal on your bitch
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| Light up the street, full auto on me
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| I cannot do shit for free
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| And my feet cost me two G’s
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| Yeah, lil' homie you whack, you’re wearing too cheap
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| You ain’t be running the street
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| Fuck what you saying lil' hoe
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| Lil' homie, better watch all your shit
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| UA gang might go and steal on your bitch
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| Run through the streets, fully loaded on me
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| I cannot do shit for free
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| And my feet cost me two G’s
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| Your homie whack, you’re wearing too cheap
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| When I run through the city man I see your people in my face
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| She’s lik, «Yo, pick me up, B»
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| I’m like, «Hell naw
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| You ain’t gang, pick on your ho»
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| Your hoe’s been watching your seat, yeah
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| UA might steal on your bitch, yeah
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| Run through the streets, fully loaded on me
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| Nah, I cannot do no shit here for free
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| And my feet cost me two G
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| Lil' homie whack, you’re wearing too cheap
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| And my jeans cost me like four
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| And I be running from the po'
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| I’ve been tricked from the way
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| No, you ain’t bring him back
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| And you bitch chase me mu’fuckin' like, «Where you at?»
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| Is she talkin' 'bout fuckin', I’m like running to that bae
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| UA
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Up 44 gang, yeah, UA gang
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| This a UA mob kitchen in this bitch, uh
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| Up 44 gang, this the young UA
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| In the kitchen, I’m bringing that bitch, ooh
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| Young UA running the city and I feel like a digit
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| Pull up on these bitches, I’m smoking, they pretty
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| Now I’m running her home and you know how we get it |