| Uh Huuuh!
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| I got the thugs body rockin'
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| Girls body flockin'
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| I ain’t trippin still got a spot to put the Glock in
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| Blades steady choppin'
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| Boppa’s steady boppin'
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| Got a lot of ladies yeah I got a lot of options
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| I got the thugs body rockin'
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| Girls body flockin'
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| Clothes lookin' throwed like I just came back from shoppin'
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| Blades steady choppin'
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| Boppa’s steady boppin'
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| Got a lot of ladies yeah I got a lot of options
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| Baby all I know is im on 4's
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| And this candy over silver sprayed on all my doors
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| These brauds steady tellin me my car so throwed
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| But my patna hopped right out and picked the braud I choose
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| Beat up in a slab tv screens steady fallin'
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| Lookin for some chicks and big business to get involved in
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| Use to be on 4's had them swangas steady crawlin' (4 real)
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| Use to hit that cappa and that classic in new orleans
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| I took the doo-rag of the braids but I can’t see a thang
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| Sun is out but it look dark in my new set of versace shades
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| Boys wonderin' and tryin' to count what I done made
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| Cause my pockets lookin' pudgy and my jordan’s lookin' swayed
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| Darlin' im afraid that somethin isnt right
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| She keeps sayin that im cool but she keeps sayin she a dike
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| How do I persuade the braud to take the pipe
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| Tell her get off from my swangas or get plumin' in your life
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| Wanna be’s throwin' ones tryin' to show that they makin cash
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| Lookin' stupid than a mother all though it’ll raise ya tabs
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| Cause the vehicles and jewelry we got is way mo' advanced
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| There’s more colors in a watch than a set of jamaican flags
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| Pick it all up in bags the promoters like make it fast
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| Cause here comes another monsoon and these boys is goin' make it last
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| Y’all hit the club tryin' to act like ya poppin' tags
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| Hit the club and ya new clothes and you know you goin' take it back
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| Ima fly rides owner ain’t no need to take a cab
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| Cause the key ain’t nothin' to me I got cars so just take the slab
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| Say you doin' it bigger it trip us so they can laugh
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| Cause I done ran threw way mo' numbers than student’s can do in math
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| 40 large in my pocket’s is causin' my pants to sag
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| Still in love with my money like I use to say in the past
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| Who can do it better is the question they hate to ask
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| Walk right out ya conversation and hope that it make ya mad |