| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| Got one more minute, hold that call
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| Two drunk players leaning on the wall
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| Three crazy niggas screamin, «alcohol»
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| Four more niggas claimin' that they ball
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| Five bartenders and they all want leave
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| Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
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| Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
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| Eight niggas hollerin', «don't fuck wit us»
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| Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
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| Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
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| Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
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| Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
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| Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes
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| Fourteen police reading niggas they rights
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| Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
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| At the strip club, we gon' do it again — whoa
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
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| Mami know my name, niggas know I don’t play
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| Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
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| Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
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| Early birds don’t play, makin' drops in the spots
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| We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
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| Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
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| We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock
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| Laid Back on them 23s
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| Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? |
| (Hello)
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| You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
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| Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
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| Gotta give props to the man that made me
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| Red Gold, I start it went crazy
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| As for this stuntin? |
| niggas, stay in y’all places
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
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| I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
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| I do you, but never ever him
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| He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
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| Then she goes down, to my brown
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| One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
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| Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
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| Turn everything off bruh
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| Check out my outfit (music resumes)
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| I’m in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
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| Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
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| I’m walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
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| She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
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| (that's nothin' lil' one)
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| I’m in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
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| The yellow-gold stealth, faded
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| Got the chrome, nigga, plated
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| Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
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| This how we do it, where I’m from
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| I’m thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
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| Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
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| Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I’m not afraid
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| (Fade To End) |