| Huh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Ha, uh, uh, uh
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| What, some more some more
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| Some more some more, niggas didn’t want no more
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| Now (now) ready for whylin' my niggas
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| Let’s set it like we on the Island my niggas
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| I’m with it (what what, wha-what what)
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| Yo, my clique startle bitches
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| With a remarkable sparkle for my bitches with me (what what, wha-what what)
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| You know we stay dumb
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| And keep shop runnin' just the like a 24-hour deli
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| The way y’all niggas be poppin' that shit you be talkin'
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| Y’all niggas don’t be nothin' but a 24-hour celly
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| To talk that funny shit to someone you know
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| While I bag these bitches and take them to 24-hour tellys
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| Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
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| Little sexy thug bitches who want me to fuck them to Makaveli
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| Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
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| Crowd up in whatever amounts, makin' bitches skip to my bounce
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| So forever we be shinin' like diamond
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| Fresher than the fragrance of limon
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| When we strike it’s all in the timin'
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| Corporate niggas bug on how we be stylin'
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| Fuckin with huge contracts with wife-beaters on
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| On the day of the signin'
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| Makin all my bitches check for this shit
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| My live niggas know the truth
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| That’s why they always got respect for this shit
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| All my niggas holdin' they guns with me, bladow
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| And restin' and stackin' they ones with me, bladow
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| My peeps who hang around where I’m from with me, bladow
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| Who run with me, bladow
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| My bitches that’ll fuck 'til they cum with me, bladow
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| Whylin they be havin' they fun with me, bladow
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| In the struggle they be beatin' they drums with me, bladow
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| In the slums with me, bladow
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| And now we mash y’all, harass y’all
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| Until the shit we doin' pass y’all
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| You know we steadily readily give it to niggas
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| And blow up the spot for niggas before we do the dash y’all
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| Eh-eh-ey, eh-eh-ey-yo, ain’t nothin' wrong 'til we perform
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| Y’all niggas know we bout to blast y’all (hah!)
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| Fast me and my niggas crash the party
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| Hit my niggas with shit and splash bitches before we flash y’all
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| Now whassup? |
| All of my niggas salute
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| When we get busy give me my loot, or lay up in a box with a suit
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| Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
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| Stay on a live nigga recruit, and take y’all niggas back to the root
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| Tyin' my laces all up in my boot
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| All the bitches say that I’m cute, blowin' on it just like a flute
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| Now now now, before we blind y’all we shine and remind y’all
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| Shit we got be always one of a kind y’all
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| We constructin' a new design y’all
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| Better keep up my niggas because you will get left behind y’all
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| Let us bust a bottle of wine now
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| And celebrate in the name of them niggas that control the times now
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| Now watch it, as we just pick up the pace
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| You just might a hole in your face
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| My crew might take a whole of the space
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| Completely, obligated just to keepin' you dumbin'
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| And get to breakin' all the shit up in club once you know that we comin'
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| My bitches check for this shit
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| My live niggas know the truth
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| That’s why they always got respect for this shit
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| All my niggas holdin' they guns with me, bladow
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| And restin' and stackin' they ones with me, bladow
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| My peeps who hang around where I’m from with me, bladow
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| Who run with me, bladow
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| My bitches that’ll fuck 'til they cum with me, bladow
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| Whylin they be havin' they fun with me, bladow
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| In the struggle they be beatin' they drums with me, bladow
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| In the slums with me, bladow
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| Bust one for me, bladow
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| Yeah
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| To all my niggas and all my bitches that just wanna live
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| Live good, feel good, yeah
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| Just bounce to this shit, c’mon, bounce to this shit
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| All my niggas and my bitches just bounce to this shit
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| C’mon, bounce to this shit
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| Yeah, Flipmode constantly
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| Enough of that |