| That tan flag, that’s on me
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| You see your bitch, that’s on me
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| We don’t window shop, we hug the block
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| I can’t leave the streets all lonely
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| Machete swing like Danny
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| My esse’s that’s brown power
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| 9−11 turbo that’s horse power
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| That escobar, that’s white power
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| I keep powder like Montana
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| Tony Tone, my drug grammer
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| I make it snow on St. Nick
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| What the fuck you thought, I am Santa
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| If her pussy dry like cana, the hoe gotta go right now
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| I keep that .40 in my hamper, too dirty for the road right now
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| You keep on thinking I won’t clap ya, cousin Joe reload right now
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| For them bucks we’ll Warren Sapp ya, two 9's on spine back now
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| Nigga roll up, stop smoking on a roach, cause you remind of Pacquiao
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| They yelling Papi now, my movement get around
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| Tan
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| Leaning all day, trapping all night
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| You look like a lick if I ain’t liking that price
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| Youngin’s won’t fold, hit you for a strike
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| Everything’s a go, bitch we chopping on sight
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| Chopping on site (x6)
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| Hit 'em with with the drum we ain’t coming back twice
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| Lay his pussy ass down, boy we chopping on sight
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| Triple H with that weaponry, fuck boy
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| Leave your head where your legs would be
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| Summer Slam with that pedigree
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| Flawless, fuck her mouth and she jawless
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| Got that work off in that Taurus
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| Driving 'round with hard bargin’s on
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| Ric Flair, aka Brick Flair
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| You looking like you a Lil Scrappy
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| Them 'K 'K 'K clips near
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| Shit’s real, slip and get your wig peeled
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| Chopper make 'em bounce right to left hit that shoulder lean
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| Tip Drill, Cutthroat, all my niggas straight cut throat
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| We chop blocks you get cut loc, showtime you hit front row
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| Your front line can get drumline when that drum go
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| Them tips singing like Mariah Cannon
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| Pop that pussy then I pop a xanny
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| Uh, got it out the door
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| Got hoes that are shipping off the O’s
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| Molly Maid got her slipping off her clothes
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| She pop lock it and then drop it off her nose
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| You mad cause I’m styling on ya
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| Your bitch calling me your honor, swing that gavel on her
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| Pussy
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| Leaning all day, trapping all night
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| You look like a lick if I ain’t liking that price
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| Youngin’s won’t fold, hit you for a strike
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| Everything’s a go, bitch we chopping on sight
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| Chopping on site (x6)
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| Hit 'em with with the drum we ain’t coming back twice
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| Lay his pussy ass down, boy we chopping on sight |