| Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
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| Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
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| Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
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| Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I’m getting at it
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| Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
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| Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
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| Hope you didn’t do it to yourself, that’s tragic
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| Hope you didn’t throw away what we established
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| Hope you wouldn’t turn your back on your family
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| The way a nigga look 'round here, they’ll back stab you
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| Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga
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| I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
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| Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper
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| Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper
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| Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle
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| Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga
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| Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
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| Where ya' man at? |
| heard that the Feds got em
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| I seen ya' cruise the Land Rover thru the west side
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| Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
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| It’s a full moon in the middle of the day
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| Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
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| Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
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| Know a few real ones ain’t gon' see they next birthday
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| Tell them |