| Boss dreams and everything on a triple beam
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| It’s like a holiday scheme with wicked fiends
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| In a car I lean, money infatuated
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| The skrilla intimidated, illegally motivated
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| Revvin' like a cutty that bang on the block
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| Baby can I have your keys, I hate to pick your lock
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| Snappin' like a gator, never waitin' like a waiter
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| Cherry is my flavor when it comes to now and laters
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| When it comes to gettin' greedy, man I get green eyes
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| And I gotta get it like Muslims slang pies
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| Cuttin' in line just to get mine
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| Tiga I feel that waitin' is a crime
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| Arrest me, cuff me, bail me
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| Rap is money baby it’ll never fail me
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| I’m like an antique that zip through the streets
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| Lickin' my tongue at little kids
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| The lucky motivator when it comes to makin' paper
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| Man you can keep your money cause I really need a fader
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| Hot like potatoes, hair in your gators
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| Waves that make ya sick like a sailor
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| Don’t ask about my woman cause I’m married to the rap
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| Don’t have to say «I love you», and we love it like that
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| And I’m chillin like the number one chiller
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| Around some cats that shoot more thangs than Reggie Miller
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| Nicky you a real rap dealer
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| I dranks my drank, hit the dank, give a pound and say «My nigga»
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| The situation make me quiver
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| The hotter the cap for the rap, cold steel will make a nigga shiver
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| And like pizza I deliver
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| Cop your rocks, hit the block, and mothafucka don’t short stop
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| Do you know where you going back, it’s like a reminisce of a Diana Ross track
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| You know I gotta floss dat, boss dat, cross dat
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| See the eye of the devil if I lost dat
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| Yeeuh, it gets hot in the room
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| Like a wicked witch I gotta jump the broom
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| Screamin' «Fuck you» by the light of the moon
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| Custom fit like a brand new bra
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| I hate to break the rules but I love to break the law
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| Get caught, gotta lie like a veteran
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| In the bathtub screamin' «Flyyy pelicans!» |