| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now
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| M-I crooked now
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| I never left the crock pot bitch I’m cooking now
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| Old school ferris wheel rims got me looking down
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| Country boy making noise world lookie now
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| Might just throw some D’s on it, I got moves to make
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| On time with these thoroughbreds, my money never late
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| Don’t be bothered with these lames, you should elevate
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| I got bottles for the poppin' maybe we should celebrate
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| Money over everything, what’chu know about it?
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| Bed full of bad bitches, I can’t roll up out it
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| Playa you should never doubt it
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| Talking live from the underground
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| It’s forever going down
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (ay ay ay ay)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now
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| This that diamond in the back flow
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| Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo'
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| Ho, they used to chuck the deuce and past go
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| Now, I’m the one you niggas ask foe
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| I’m talking dirty gutta south
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| Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth
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| Old school cars, doors on slam
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| Big country girls, ass like damn (DAMN)
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| I’m on it now, I been a king
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| Million Man March in my trunk, you hear the dream (get it shawty)
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| Cornbread pimpin' throwing collard greens
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| Poppin my collar feeling clean
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| Ahh
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (ay ay ay ay)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now
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| Twist yo fingers, make a M and throw yo hands up
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| Twist yo fingers, make a M and throw yo hands up
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| If you from the south and you proud nigga gon' say it loud
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| If you a working class nigga or got slugs in yo mouth
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| From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask
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| And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags
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| Still flying bitch you lying, if you say we ain’t hanging
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| From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi
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| Emmett Till til now, how I’mma talk about hoes?
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| Where Medgar Evers got killed in front his family, body froze
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| Raynard Johnson, Andre Jones, and my folks in these jail cells
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| They call it suicide, cause it’s just another black male
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| Yea!
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now (ay ay ay ay)
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
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| Ahh sookie sookie now |