| CoryMo
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| We came here to rock this bitch and make the people get up
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| Put your cellphones up into the air and take a picture
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| Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
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| Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
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| We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
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| We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
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| Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
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| Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
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| R-E-A-L, I would never be F-A-K-E
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| F-A-T-B-O-Y, standin' ten toes down from Tennessee
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| Weed stickin' to my fingers, I love how the smell lingers
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| Studio, we making bangers, pimp poetic, fuckin' genius
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| Whatever the track, I’m wrappin' it up like I’m wrappin' a pack
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| You niggas is wack, my vocabulary is bigger than Shaq
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| I go in my sack, pull out a bud and roll up a mack
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| Pull up in Jack, call Stokes and jump in the 'Lac
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| Rap just a tad, my flow come out like chopper bullets
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| Never stoppin' once you pull it, people screaming when they hear me
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| Dead rappers droppin', put 'em on a t-shirt, line up them cars
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| Call a nigga mama, shouldn’t have got me started
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| MJ with me, been one hundred since back in the days with me
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| Blaze with me, run the streets and on the stage with me
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| Tippin' through, how you do
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| Grip that green, dip that scene
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| Pimpin' mean, simply clean
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| Thicker than a pint of lean |