| Ya dig?
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| Will Snow on the beat bitch
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| Lil Harse, Boobie Lootaveli AKA Lil Baby Bogota
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| Mr. Color Coordination, The Fat Fabio, El Tiburon Dorado
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| Caramel Dynamite, The Tan Jason Statham, Speedboat Randy
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| Life On Our terms, Lil Harse, ya dig?
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| One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
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| I ain’t got time to be dealing with no hoe shit
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| Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
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| Hunnit round drum, wetting up your whole shit
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| Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
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| Throw the mask on like I’m Rey Mysterio
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| Pull up to your block hoe, what’s your dealio?
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| Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio
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| Raise the price up, you don’t know no better
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| Ice cold, neck froze, need about four sweaters
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| She a big dick eater, well known go getter
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| I splash on the bitch, big white girl stepper
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| Walk in the trap, turn the wifi on
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| Turn the lights down low, totin' pipes and poles
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| And her waist real small, but her ass on swole
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| I don’t preach no game 'cause it’s sold not told
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| Shout out to the gang, we ain’t saying names, yeah
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| I was somewhere up the road in a paper plate, yeah
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| Keep your mind on a swivel when you making plays, yeah
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| 'Fore them feds take you somewhere you don’t wanna stay, yeah
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| Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
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| Throw the mask on like I’m Rey Mysterio
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| Pull up to your block hoe, what’s your dealio?
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| Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio
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| Hands to yourself, don’t touch my leather
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| Good drink, big cups, .44, cold weather
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| Drop a cool six zips, I don’t think I measure
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| Sitting low in the coupe, gave me high blood pressure
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| Dip through the block, dodging cops round shit
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| I maneuver through the field like my name Mike Vick
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| Sell pale when I wake, then I load my stick
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| I’m not doing so bad for a fucked up spick
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| Go on and get your k, this is not a race, yeah
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| Don’t be sorry, hoe be careful, get up out my face, yeah
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| Don’t be talking to them people when they at your place, yeah
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| They gon' give your ass an option you don’t wanna take, yeah
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| One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
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| I ain’t got time to be dealing with no hoe shit
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| Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
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| Hunnit round drum, wettin' up your whole shit |