| Bitch, move somethin'
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| A-bitch, huh
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| Make her put them
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| A-bitch, move somethin'
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| Ayy
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| Uh, huh
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| Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
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| Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
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| Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin'
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| Don’t give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
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| Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin'
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| Show them boys you ain’t no ho, go’n and shoot somethin'
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| Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin'
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| Huh, I’m on the block with 'bout two hundred
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| I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
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| M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
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| I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
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| And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm
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| Don’t want that pop unless I put some drop up in it, huh
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| Bet top dollar that my pops’d fuck your pops up, nigga
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| I said Skilla daddy gone, so we gon' share my papa, nigga
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| And if you fuck 'round with lil' bro, we tear your block up, nigga
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| Huh, chopper and the Glock the size of Andy Milonakis, nigga
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| I sip lots of Wocky and my pockets got that guap up in 'em
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| I don’t fuck with thots, most of 'em blocked after my cock up in 'em, bitch
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| It’s a bunch of snakes up on your squad, how is you rockin' with 'em?
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| Lame ass nigga, «What you claim?» |
| ass nigga
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| I’m a 7 Mile Capernilla gang member, drop a fella
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| Fuck a nigga mama, then make her cook me hot spaghetti
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| My big brother richer than you niggas, he just drop baguettey
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| My lil' nigga not your big homie, y’all tryna cop a prezi'
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| Ain’t worried 'bout keepin' it copacetic, we hold choppers steady
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| Walk around with him, no CC dubs, tryin' not to get arrested
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| Can’t not be ready, we got scopes on them bitches with the legs
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| Lil' blood watchin' for the feds, your baby mama playin' my dreads
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| I fucked her in your bed, she don’t even give you head
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| Lightskin nigga, you red, front your move, you dead
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| Write on a nigga like lead, looseleaf paper, get shred
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| All these cans make a keg, make sure my niggas fed
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| Yeah, hmm
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| Green beam of the infrared
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| Triple beam of the fishscale
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| Foreign whip, I’m a fishtail
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| Unc' tellin me brick tales, huh
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| Break a brick down, huh, serve somethin'
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| Throw them Ruccis on your whip and then swerve somethin'
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| Bust that nigga in his ear because he heard somethin'
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| Don’t give that bitch you with a dime until she earn somethin'
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| Make her put them pills on the road, bitch, move somethin'
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| Show them boys you ain’t no ho, go’n and shoot somethin'
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| Fuck that dissin' on them songs, nigga, do somethin'
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| Huh, I’m on the block with 'bout two hundred
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| I got new money, Trem got shootin' money
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| M got old money, Wildman got 'bow money
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| I fucked your bitch and snatched her soul, now I got your money
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| And your ho money, now you got no money, hmm-hmm |