| Niggas be hatin
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| Cause BG got it
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| Every top of the line car they got
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| Look I ride it
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| From the Hummer to the Rover
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| The drop jag
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| B and C lex truck
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| Nothin' my click ain’t had
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| Everybody head was fucked
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| When they heard bout the deal
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| Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill
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| Already was straight but now we livin larger
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| Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder
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| Picture: bitches can’t take me
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| Cause my wrist stay flossed out
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| Niggas hate me cause all day I’m flossed out
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| Ghetto made me
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| My dog, Baby, saved me
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| Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me
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| That’s how it go
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| It ain’t my fault I got mega cheese
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| Walk that walk
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| Talk that talk I’m BG
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| Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
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| Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Wha
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| I’mma flosser baby, baller baby
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| A fifteen year old shot caller baby
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| And I’m racin' through
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| In the all black chromed out
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| Mercedes Coupe
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| Got yo' wife at my house
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| And she naked too
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| And all my niggas all around her
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| Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do'
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| It’s Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin'
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| And I’m surrounded by the ice
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| It got me freezin' darlin'
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| And it’s plain and simple
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| Won’t change cause it’s natural
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| Lil' Wayne a pimp y’all
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| Got the game from Beatris
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| I’m tryin' to see six numbers
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| Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
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| Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
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| And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers
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| Put it together
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| This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
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| Don’t try to end it or you wouldn’t get better, what
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| La, la, la, la
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| Here I come star rapper
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| I get the fast money
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| Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
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| Standin out the roof of my car
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| And flash hundreds
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| Take your girl to the mall
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| Spend a G like that’s nothin'
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| She lay on the floor
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| Open up the spot
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| Take off her drawers, and «let me see the cock»
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| «Don't stop» Lil Weezy, Weezy ain’t nothin' nice
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| Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice
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| When they see me at night
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| Behind tints I stay high
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| Snatch yo' wife
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| Run up in her with the K-Y
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| But it’s on man
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| Ever since I was born Wayne
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| Nigga get out of line
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| I get dirty like John Wayne
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| I’m bout stuntin', flossin'
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| Whatever come wit it
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| And I don’t shoot guns
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| Unless they have a drum wit it
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| At first they wasn’t wit it
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| Thought that I was jokin
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| Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?)
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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| Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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| Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' |