| Okay, no one on the corner have swagger like me
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| Because I’m so incredible, they not compatible to me
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| Used to hustle on the B, now I’m onto better things
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| Sitting closer to the ring, watch Mayweather swing
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| Nigga hold up, yeah I got my dough up
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| Thinking I’m the shit in the whip doing donuts
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| Yeah nigga sho nuff, put me in a jungle
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| Ball like a dog got them looking for a fumble
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| Cocky with the flow, more dough, still humble
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| Biting nigga’s head in the middle of a scuffle
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| I ain’t with the talking, tussle, homie get muscle
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| Fifteen shots in his leg and his upper
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| Body bag duffle, the wolves get a supper
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| Lord’s my chef, but you roll with the leopards
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| Spot y’all fake in the dark of the shelter
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| Nigga I’m a tiger, rolling with the bears
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| My own, my where’s Gunter with the heels?
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| Say you spent twenty on a watch? |
| Who cares?!
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| Drop thirty more just to make a bitch stare
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| And added me the chain just to make her give brain
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| And all way high, but I’m going insane
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| Paid in full, only way to clear your name
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| And y’all know me, I ain’t lying I’m fly
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| Twenty six inch on my rims and tires
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| Must be the shit, look at all these flies
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| Lord to the God, and I still pay ties
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| That’s random, way too hot to handle
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| Catch me on a beach with my Louis V. sandals
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| Rocking me a chain, got to shine like a chandelier
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| I appear with them hoes by camera
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| Rolling with a bitch that’s super thick up out Atlanta
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| Mister Do-It-Better-Than-You-Ever
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| While I’m sticking to the cheddar in a cashmere sweater
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| Looking fly as the propellers what you on
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| Tell them get they game up
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| Deuces up high, man I’m out for the change up
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| Nigga, nigga |