| All I play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
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| Man I was already 2 up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All I play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
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| Man i was already 2 up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All I play is Gucci
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| I’m a rapper that’s got shooters
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| You can call me Boosie
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| Roll wid me a couple days
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| I swear it’s like a movie
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| In the spa wid the plug
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| Talking bricks in the fucking jacuzzi
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| Only 17 olders was tryna recruit me
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| Little devil that’s a shooter
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| They calling me Rooney
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| Now they calling me looney
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| Wild packin' niggas 'round me
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| I call them the goonies
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| Bangin' first day out
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| When niggas strugglin' in that drought
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| I was reloadin' all the workers-dem
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| They had a bag of shots in their mouth
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| I was playin' that trap back
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| New York wid a fat stack
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| 20K I splashed that
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| Me and Sincere nigga match that
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| Back to '010
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| Playin'
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| Walk in my trap yard |
| Everybody’s cookin'
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| Pardon me while I reminisce
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| About bare racks and hella bricks
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| If I got ten, I’m sellin' six
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| And I break the rest into hella bits
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All I play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
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| Man I was already 2 up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All I play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
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| Man i was already 2 up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| Early morning gettin' up
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| Catch me cheffin' up
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| This plug is tryna raise the price
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| I feel to set him up
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| I got my certi lincoln ready
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| You say you got that belly
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| You can get that tummy tucked
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| I play that guwop
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| And fuck up a few pots
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| Let that lock and rerock
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| Shoebox, no reeboks
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| Just brick money and a g-lock
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| Should just ease off
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| See me cuttin' through the blocks
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| Or cuttin' down a crop
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| Set my shot up anywhere
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| 'til the spot gets hot
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| I might just pop up anywhere
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| And show you what I got |
| This time I play dirty
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| Crept in wid a wap
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| Snuck in through the back door
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| And no one clocked
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| I got my guwop kicks, wid a matching top
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| In my BXB, and the pyrex hot
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| Separation confirmed
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| Watch homeboy get burned
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| While trap money gets earned
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| These lessons with get learned
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All I play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
|
| Man I was already 2 up
|
| So much buj up in the yard
|
| I nearly threw up
|
| So much buj up in the yard
|
| I nearly threw up
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| I don’t listen to no music
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| All i play is guwop
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| You was on your 1st brick
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| Man I was already 2 up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up
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| So much buj up in the yard
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| I nearly threw up |