| Sippin my henny
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| Don’t start none, won’t be none 2X
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| Wan’t some, get some
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| Like, Buckshot, Hennyville
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| Guess who? |
| punk chunk, ya brain just blew
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| It is he, gun two, L.O.U
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| You want some? |
| Shit, come and get it
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| Bout this Bob Mar' split bitch, nah you can’t hit this
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| Moked like Jeff Bridges while we takin pictures
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| Smilin at these bitches, not thinkin bout our digits
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| You want some, come come, I got some
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| Fifth of Henny and some friends, we can all get dumb
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| Everybody had a cup and in a pot put nut
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| Half to gettin mines, I told her regulate that son
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| Spillin some, for my fam that past
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| I miss my nana always, but I’mma still get ass
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| Get more cash, jump off and whip some ass
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| Ville clickin, and off and think my niggas a blad
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| It’s like that, mad cuz my fam don’t brag
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| Fuck a finer dime and shine it to a Hefty bag
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| Fire one, Buckshot, comin with a gun
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| Fire two, Buckshot, blast that too
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| Actin like you solid witcha plastic prue
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| Schemin on my nigga L.U., who the hell are you
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| What? |
| you think I’mma talk and flap
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| Fuck the chit-chat, man I should’ve of been put this in your back
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| You ain’t have to act like that
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| But you did, now I’m bout to aim for ya wig
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| Word up my nigga, see whatever they want, they get
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| Want me to flip? |
| I flip
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| The rhymes I whip, hence back to Brooklyn in a flash
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| Thinkin about the weed and the stash, in the ash tray
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| Man I got ass on the way
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| Shit I got a call from Renee today
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| She got that bombay, I’m bout to put her on the block
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| Where the drugs and the thugs stay
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| Pick up my money and send her on the way
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| You know what it’s like
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| I fuck around and smack the chicken in the breast
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| Chill, you can get wet by the Hennyville spill
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| Buckshot I still kill
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| Chorus 2X: Buckshot
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| You want some, you get some
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| I’mma bout to fuck around and bleed somethin
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| Don’t start none, won’t be none
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| But since you started, I’mma bout to rip apart shit
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| Aiyo, what ya niggas wanna do with us
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| Bucktown we bust, murder is a must
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| Everytime I think about commercial rap niggas
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| Leave the hood and scared to come back, niggas
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| I subtract them niggas, they ain’t a part of us
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| He ain’t a part of my click, don’t even start him up
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| He rock a 10 Karat, we rock 24 all day
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| Still smoke in a hallway
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| And I make more in a day, then you make in a year
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| So why the fuck is you in my ear
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| You still think it’s sweat now?
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| Fuck the beef now
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| Yo Louieville take it to the street now
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| It’s BDB and Hennyville ya
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| On fire like cheeba, get ya girl scream «Mamma mia»
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| Aiyo I’m out of Henny’s World with the go cart girls
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| My niggas barkin, while some turn over and nerve
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| Too many drinks son, it’s affectin what you thinkin
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| Stop dummin, don’t forget we Black Trumpin'
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| Yo I jump inside my Buggy
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| Aiyo shorty wanna wish me luck, I ask
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| If I win or lose, will you still give it up?
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| She giggled and pilled off, we had to laugh
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| Buck sever before we dash, it’s in the bag
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| There it go, the checkered flag
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| I’m neck and neck with shorty for a second
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| I wouldn’t believe she do me dirty
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| She tried to ram my tire, caught the divider
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| Flipped the entire car and caught fire
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| I kinda felt sorry, nigga, not hardly
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| Sittin in the window, startin smokin Bob Marley |