| Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade
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| Let Fonem out at yo crib
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| They running out like Minute Maid
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| Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA
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| Track runners 900
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| These ain’t shit but throw away
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| The bitch steady talkin' bout her bills
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| I told her go away
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| My homies moving weight
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| They only worried about the DEA
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| And my neck be wetter
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| Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today
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| My niggas shoot they ass off
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| They could’ve joined the NBA
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| One call and they sliding
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| We throw more bullets than Madden
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| Bitches think that they conniving
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| They try something they might die today
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| VV up my teeth
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| Exotic hoe my passenger seat
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| 2,3 car notes on my feet
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| I’m off that wok right now but Wide awake
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| And my truck fast like the horse that never lost a race
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| Don’t get up out your lane
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| Roc a make that Choppa Marvin Gaye
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| Run up in yo shit, go thru yo shit, We like the TSA
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| Fuck a nigga hating on me free smoke PSA
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| I Pull up on forgis from the floor they 24 away
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| Niggas tryna catch up with the boy I’m 20 floors away
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| Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away
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| Walking out of Neimans I ain’t do the Gucci store today
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| Im A Product of the trenches
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| You stay there, that’s yo decision aye
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| Love to handle business
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| Get you gone with my permission aye
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| We both was is in school
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| But I was in in-school suspension aye
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| Always up in that
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| Cause I was ditching my detention days
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| Fuck her then her homie
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| It was unintended by the way
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| Roc came wit a 50
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| Cause He don’t like limits when he spray
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| She don’t come to crib
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| Because it Ain’t her business where I lay
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| I can’t trust these women
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| They a tell a nigga where you stay
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| I can make a call
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| Niggas pulling up like andale!
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| I ain’t tryna brawl
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| Once you say it’s up it’s bombs away
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| Heard that nigga hating
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| I ain’t heard of him that’s kinda gay
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| Google pandemonium
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| Ill make today Kinda day |