| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Somebody wake me, I’m dreamin'
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| I thought I heard your voice again
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| Five years today, tears drop and I can’t hold it in
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| Everybody’s doin' good, Channel’s got yo smile, ma
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| Glad she stayed with me, single dad for a while now
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| Et cetera, Love like love like I teach yo, your way still hammy
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| Will I die young? |
| Probably, not a soul can stop me
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| While I’m here, pray to God that my angels watch me
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| When my time come, I hope it ain’t slow
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| I’m talkin' to your pictures, you ain’t speakin'
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| The first time, I hope you know I love you fo' believin'
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| Neither one would drop outta highschool for no reason
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| You a preacher, and I’m a B grader
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| (Now look at my achievements)
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| I’m talkin' with you now, lemme listen
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| Yeah, we miss you, been a long time since I was with ya
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| On my mind like always, I think about yo smile and vibes
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| Roll up at the beach drinkin' bottle of wine, then I ride
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| It’s been a while
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Still I Ride
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| ATL Imagine, H Town in classes
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| In the Bay with cash, and rappers _____(?) in plastic
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| (We was on one) Homies with the trappin', and I was rappin'
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| We made the tracks with Bun B and Slim Thugga
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| Smoke weed in the HEA life, I bet the weed dried up and it ain’t right
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| (Tell me I’m wrong) I need the old conversations on our burned out phone
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| At your funeral it was crazy, all ‘em girls showed up
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| I remember when we first met in that big ole' truck
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| 8 months changed, feel good, Ellis is too
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| Slim Pip still got me unstressed ______(?)
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| And the dream team’s still poppin'
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| This bundle’s so good, it ripped the scenes
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| In my muthafuckin' jeans pockets
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| I still remember that crew, big fools stay true
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| Just copped the mud and this pill is fo' yo, now I ride
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Still I Ride
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Not The Jacka, don’t tell me
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| Someone took the doppest, fo' real
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| Money mansion on 9, roll the cook by the feel
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| No care on the sip, we all crackin' the seal
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| _________(?) he ain’t countin' the mill
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| Have the streets gettin' money to this dopeboy shit
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| Oh, wait, billboards, 25 on the list?
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| You even took me out to KC and showed me the way
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| Always repped this mob shit outside of the Bay
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| Whole town flies, all I know anotha day ain’t cry
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| Slappin' DS2, neva blink and try
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| You’re the best in my mind, the whole Bay is shot
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| The whole world feel hurt, the J-A like Pac
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| Real legends live forever, that’s the truth
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| We gon' hold your kids down and
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| Try and see them thru
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| Smoke something for the mob
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Smoke sum' for the mob, put two in the air
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| Bullet jackhammer, for the jack artist, if you care
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Mom I love you
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| Still I Ride
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| Still I Ride
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome
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| Big body sittin' on chrome |