| Dubba-AA flexin'
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| Louie Bandz made another one
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| Couple hundred thousand just to spend, I still got some in the bank
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| Hit up my jeweler, cop them diamonds just to drip like a sink
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| Don’t give a fuck who ain’t down with me, I know who is and who ain’t
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| And they gon' talk so let 'em talk, who gives a fuck what they think?
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| We hit they block, hop out the car, make sure you hit in the face
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| Go hit that lick, be in and out, lil' nigga, pick up the pace
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| Just signed a deal, run up them M’s, I’m tryna cop me a Wraith
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| Ain’t shit changed, same old shit, I’m in the bricks every day
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| I’m in a hotbox with a thot-thot dodgin' cop cars
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| Jail bars, I can’t go there, lil' nigga, hell no
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| To the grave, you know gangsters told me secrets I can’t tell y’all
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| Finesse gang, that’s the same shit we used to sell y’all
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| Finna put VVS’s in the watch 'cause them the real ones
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| And I’ma kill all my opps 'cause I don’t feel them
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| Came straight up off that block, I used to live there
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| She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk 'cause you a real one»
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| All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones
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| And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one
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| My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one
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| He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one
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| I got niggas that be down to catch a body, they for real
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| Cut you off, you ain’t real, no hard feelings, love still there
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| Every day I’m in the opps' section, we used to drill there
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| Every day I’m in the opps' section like I live there
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| I just spent them bands all on a necklace, it say «Poppa,» baby
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| I just put my kids all on her tongue 'cause she was talkin', baby
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| I just put designer on my feet, check how I’m walkin', baby
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| And I might drop them racks all on my teeth, check how I’m talkin', baby
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| And every other night we on your street, yeah, we been stalkin', baby
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| Like a bat at night we creep, no we don’t sleep, we some vultures, baby
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| Ask me how I’m doin', I’m doin' well, life is awesome, baby
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| Cross me, make your life a living hell, it’s gon' cost you, baby
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| Finna put VVS’s in the watch 'cause them the real ones
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| And I’ma kill all my opps 'cause I don’t feel them
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| Came straight up off that block, I used to live there
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| She say, «Poppa, I just love the way you walk 'cause you a real one»
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| All these blue hundreds, they can’t fit inside a wallet, these the real ones
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| And no, I don’t go speak about no body, I’m a real one
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| My nigga got jammed, he kept it solid, he a real one
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| He did his time, he ain’t speak about that body, he a real one |