| Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, what’s up
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| New cars, bad bitches gettin f*cked in em, nasty
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| My «Billie Jeans» got 30 thousand bucks in em, I’m loaded
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| He’s a «get money nygga"f*ck with em
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| Til the FEDs come after us
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| Vampire life, true blood… Dracula
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| I double park cars and back traffic up
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| You can hear the fly bitches say «He actin up! |
| «Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up
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| I’ll have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen
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| And then she dropped it like it’s hot and tried to back it up
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| I fukked her brains out and then I told her I’ll get back at her
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| We drank Rose til we laughed it up
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| Treat bitches like Ferrari’s… gas em up
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| She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump
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| Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
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| The Aston… had to rag it out, paper plate tag it out
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| Bottle after bottle, Vado with me and Snagz is out
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| So the cash is out, you know what that about
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| I need you «ATM» ma… A$s To Mouth
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| Then «MTA»… Mouth To A$s
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| The handcuffs on you… Alcatraz
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| So run with the kid, it’s coke in the house, guns in the crib
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| One to your lid, under a bridge, «And my dudes fukkin with me! |
| «And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb
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| I lit up the herb, I’m sick with the words, «Man, who fukkin with me? |
| ! |
| «I'm a treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B
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| «Bum, Diddily, Diddily» yeah I sell «Heavy D! |
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| Catch me drivin the Phantom like it’s a sports car
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| 2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra
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| Red bone passenger and she ain’t got on no bra
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| No panties… freaky… nasty… porn star
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| I be at the club ballin… All-Star
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| With more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar
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| It look like we at a «Champagne Campaign»
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| We do the damn thang and you won’t do a damn thang!
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| 2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on
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| I been fly since a baby… I was «Air Borne»
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| Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly
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| I’m so fly I’m bout start my own airline! |