| Get me doe, get me doe
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| Where your hood at nigga, get me doe
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| Get me doe, get me doe
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| My nigga let 'em know where y’all from
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| And tell me where y’all from
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| Hol' up tell me where y’all from in here
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| Tell me where y’all from in here
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| Oh you know im in this hoe
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| Flow so crazy yeah I know
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| Never heard nobody like this before
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| Im out here tryna get that dough
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| Up in the club I be gettin throwed
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| Up in the club with a centerfold
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| All these new rappers they gettin old
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| Sorry to hear that yo business closed
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| Lock & load, cock & squeeze
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| All these rappers on their knees
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| Homicidal mothafucka
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| Got em screaming young b please
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| Flow so cold I make em freeze
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| Murder beats, first degree
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| Im a dog and these rappers pedigree
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| Thats what you get when you fuck with me
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| This ain’t only rappin
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| We really bout that action
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| Team full of goons Im the captain
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| When I let em out they be clappin' aaah
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| Bitch betta have my paper
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| This ain’t no game homie Im no lakers
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| What that shit mean, I play no games
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| But I send playaz to mess up yo frame. |
| 2 Chainz!
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| Long hair, I don’t give a fuck
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| Last night I prayed that God would make a Bentley truck
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| Get the bucks quick as fuck and I got my semi tucked
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| But if I pull my semi out, Aflac, you better duck
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| Ask me where I’m from I should tell you no lies
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| So many niggas with me you would think I work for Verizon
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| Ok enough with the lyin', you know I’m tougher than iron
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| And everything I do it big I’m talkin' Christopher Wallace
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| So much money on me that it won’t fit in my wallets
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| And these are Rock & Republics so it won’t fit in my pockets
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| Swagger on a trillion so you divide it by five
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| That mean it still on a billion, survive like Destiny’s Child
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| Turnt up, word up, chains hang to my sternum
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| Favorite room is my kitchen, I came up with the yola
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| You know I live for today, and I’mma do it to death
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| I’m so fresh I spell South with a F |