| Fuck a 8th, where the O's, let me buy, buy, buy
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| Timberlake with the K, say bye bye bye
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| Got my hand on ya bitch, yea she mine, mine, mine
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| Anytime I get low, I get high, high, high
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| .45 on my side, come and try, try, try
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| Put your hands in the sky, or you'll die, die, die
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| Now it's time to unwind
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| Windows down in the ride
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| Phone off, seat back, don't try and hit my line
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| Flow aged like wine, sip it now she fine
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| Negative mind, baby Bones not kind
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| Poison in my lungs, dopin' till I'm done
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| Bury me alive with a 150 blunts
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| Lit, Imma split
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| Like a kid thrown a Bic
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| Always yappin' how you stacking, spendin' bands on your bitch
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| Get ran for your shit, get robbed for your life
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| Set fire to your ice, watch you melt in the light
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| I got 2 bad bitches sucking at the same time
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| The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime
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| Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide
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| Doctor did a CAT scan, he said "Boy ya brain's fried"
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| I sent goons out to meet ya, it won't be no drive-by
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| Put a ticket on ya head, now that's money on ya mind
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| Nine figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire
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| All my ice hittin', I feel like a Frigidaire
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| Tony Montana with the gold silverware
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| And I come from north Memphis, lions, tigers, grizzly bears
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| All these niggas hatin' cause I'm winnin' and they ain't
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| All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
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| I feel like a piggy bank
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| I feel like a piggy bank
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| All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank
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| What you hoes think?
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| Fuck a 8th, where the O's, let me buy, buy, buy
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| Timberlake with the K, say bye, bye, bye
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| Got my hand on ya bitch, yea she mine, mine, mine
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| Anytime I get low, I get high, high, high |