| New white bitch in a whip that’s my slave ship
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| Low-rider clean, new paint, we gon' bang bitch
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| Cup full of crumbs, you don’t know you a lame bitch
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| Bud in the club, boy we ain’t on the same shit
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| Now that don’t make no sense, that don’t make no sense
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| Cause if it don’t pay the rent, the indo pay the rent
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| And I’m not on the fence, I’m just real as shit
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| Boy I got mouths to feed, I don’t chase these tricks
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| Unlike you, I’m always on the motherfucking grind
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| Sow my own wounds up, fuck a doctor’s note, I’m fine
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| Would be all in the cut trynna hustle us some dimes
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| Twelve noon, give a fuck, I’mma drink till I die
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| Now sing a song for me, a song for me
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| While we get lit on the canopy, the canopy
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| Haters be like no it cannot be, it cannot be
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| Where’d that boy get all this energy
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| Bitch please, don’t be tryna ride my D!
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| New white bitch in a whip that’s my slave ship
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| Low-rider clean, new paint, we gon' bang bitch
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| Cup full of crumbs, you don’t know you a lame bitch
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| Bud in the club, boy we ain’t on the same shit
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| Now that don’t make no sense, that don’t make no sense (Nope! Still don’t!)
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| Boy you need to take the bench, you need to take the bench
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| (Yo! Sit yo' fucking ass down!)
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| Cause bitch we on a roll, and you 'bout to break this shit (Whew! Ah, told ya!)
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| Cause ballin' ain’t your sport, we’ll take the rest from here
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| We never givin' up, we gotta live it up
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| This shit is tough, we won’t ever get enough
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| That’s just niggas bruh, always aimin' up
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| Swear they be framin' us, degradin' us, lame as fuck
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| I don’t even wanna say this much, spark your J bruh
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| Engage with us, bang with us, hang with us, slang with us
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| Before the government gets rid of us
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| New white bitch in a whip that’s my slave ship
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| Low-rider clean, new paint, we gon' bang bitch
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| Cup full of crumbs, you don’t know you a lame bitch
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| Bud in the club, boy we ain’t on the same shit
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| I just popped a molly, codeine in my body
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| Double parked the Rolls, jumped up in the 'Rari
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| They call me Waka Flocka, I’m from Clayton County
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| Shooters all around me, make me place a bounty
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| I don’t wanna know who’s snitchin', I could give a fuck who real
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| I just wanna count money, smoke weed in my
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| Catch me at my show, white girls all around me
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| Moisture, moisture, moisture, goddamn they might drown me
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| Flocka!
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| New white bitch in a whip that’s my slave ship
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| Low-rider clean, new paint, we gon' bang bitch
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| Cup full of crumbs, you don’t know you a lame bitch
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| Bud in the club, boy we ain’t on the same shit
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas gon' ride (ah ah ah ah)
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| All my niggas get high (ah ah ah ah) |