| You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
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| Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
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| Fuck the police (fuck 'em), hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em)
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| And you a square nigga (fuck 'em), you a chess table (fuck 'em)
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| You be savin' hoes (fuck 'em), you be rest haven (fuck 'em)
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| Got a lotta rides like a bus station
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| See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
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| See the bitches blinkin', blue c-notes,
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| All of 'em singing, blue c-notes
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| All of 'em Franklins, blue c-notes
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| Spend without thinkin', a tool without safety
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| I have ya broads taken, I have they heart achin'
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| Push start crankin', new grill face it
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| New mill tastin', straight without a chaser
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| Draws come from Macy’s, broads is confirmation
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| Same in different places, I run all the bases
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| You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
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| I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
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| Fuck the police, hundred middle fingers,
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| And you a square nigga, blue c-notes
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| All of 'em singin', blue c-notes
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| All of 'em Franklins, blue c-notes
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| Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
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| Mobile phone ringin', blue c-notes
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| I did it for my dogs, I did for the skaters
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| I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers
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| I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million
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| I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me
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| Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
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| I don’t see what’s your problem, I need an eye doctor
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| Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
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| Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled
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| Comin' down the boulevard I’m on your avenue
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| A half a mill on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth
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| Told some dead presidents I’m finna bury you
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| When it come to presidents I like 'em black and blue
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| You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
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| I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
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| Fuck the police, hundred middle fingers,
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| And you a square nigga, blue c-notes
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| All of 'em singin', blue c-notes
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| All of 'em Franklins, blue c-notes
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| Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
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| Mobile phone ringin', blue c-notes
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| Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
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| Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
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| Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
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| I’m 'bout to buy a hog, bring in home the bacon |