| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| I’m fresher than a baby’s ass, trying to get that baby cash
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| Two deep in the coop, just me and Chaz
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| All I see, think, and dream about is cash, never, ever had cash
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| What I rap for is cash
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| Let’s get money, nigga
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| Signed to So Icey, no swer, Flocka 'bout his cash
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| Jim Carrey chain on, my charm green as the Mask
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| 1017, you can call that shit Brick Squad
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| 4−9 and 37, you can call that shit Hit Squad
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| Slow down, I’m going out of breath, Flocka going hard
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| Thinking smart, making new friends, keep my hands in
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| I’m about a dollar and I got no fucking sense
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| I need a big ass house with a white picket fence
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, google me, tell me what you find
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| Cocaine dealers stay cooking all the time
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| Whipping four-ways, babies, and nines
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| Murderistic mind, keep a 40 by my side
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| Cartel be a real Mexican goonie
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| Trap doing crazy numbers, call it Looney Tooney
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| Pussy talking shit, but now he saying nothing
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| Pull up to the red light, MGM dumping
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| Two always zooming, that’s part of my wardrobe
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| Scared to kill a nigga? |
| Then what you got a strap for?
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| If you ain’t getting money, then what you live for?
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| Six figure playmate on my fucking cellie phone
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, nigga, pull up my resume
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| It’s gon' tell you I do gangsta shit everyday
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| I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
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| So I gotta keep it a hundred when I’m in the booth
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| And when I’m in the streets, even in my sleep
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| I can go anywhere, bet they’ll remember me
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| It’s a red sky, you’d better do your homework
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| I had my own pistols I had my own purp
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| I never been a bitch, I never turned snitch
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| So if you disrespect me, that’ll get you burned quick
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| I hate bitch niggas, I hang with real guys
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| 'Cause I’m a real nigga, you better realize
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, google me
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| It’s gon' tell you I’m a real nigga
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| I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I held it down in jail, nigga
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| Google me, google me
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| I’ma always keep a tool on me
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| Google me, motherfucking K-I-N-T-O
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| Waka Flocka, So Icey, Mafia Made, cutthroat
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| Bald heads, tatted, up Mexicans from the A
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| Box chevorlet, 28's, amigo getting paid
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| Google me, see me, black rag and pistol
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| Love this gangsta shit, gutter life is what I live for
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| Type of nigga that’ll, the type of nigga that’ll snatch yo hoe
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| South Atlanta, Murder Street, in the hood, you’ll find me
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| Forest Park, Riverdale, tool on deck, Google me
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| Need work, need pills, and green? |
| Yeah, just Google me
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| Make money, live fast, drug life and gang fights
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| Might sell your grave, yeah, and kick your door the same night |