| I’m with my crew them my loose screws
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| And no we don’t pass no duce duce
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| Got 4 O’s with bout two two
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| At your nose and your to to
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| Smoking on a big blunt of to to
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| When you snooze thats when you loss
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| What you do thats what you knew
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| How you move just like food do
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| I ride down and I hop out
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| Got ambulance and them cops out
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| And cus my mans bought the Glocks out
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| Cus your mans want to talk now
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| I was smoking dope with the pope on my own
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| With them racks in my pocket all that I know
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| Let a fuck nigga try me blow him I quote
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| Can’t come through boy in 'em adios
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| Glock 18 come through wrestling like who do rhino
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| Can’t trust no thot they be done stole all my clothes
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| And I got my pole I like it slow watch I blow
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| He can act like he bout it whole time I know
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| I like Gucci I get coochie
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| I got my .30 imma squeeze it at your tooty
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| I got my toolie and my gooey and my lucy’s
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| My niggas looney they like louis clips like movies
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| I’m with my goonies and we riding spot 'em got 'em
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| All these niggas steady talking bout they savage
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| And all these bitches steady talking bout they love me
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| Got a millennium and a taurus, they look like cousins
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| She gone do my chores if I fuck her
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| But I was always told to never trust her
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| Keep my pole with me and always bust 'em
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| Never know who gone try your ass in public
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| Smoking on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe
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| Buy any means gotta get that dough
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| Now I got my pole tucked
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| Come through making that cold in the summer
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| Fuck niggas know us know I got my north pole bitch Sosa santa
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| Call Johnny Dang up he put ice on a young black nigga, Willy Wonka
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| Thats a T charger or I might get a little? |
| in the tonka
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| And I got my .40
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| Thats 50 shots up in the clip for all of those who don’t know how I’m rocking
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| You know how I’m rocking cut off stockins
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| Keep kush up in my pocket with my Glock and
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| I done named my choppa Juelz Santana
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| Don’t make me put this choppa to your bandana
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| It’s me and my jewelry I’m anti security
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| Guns hang like whitney and them karate like Bruce Lee
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| Choppin' shit like Jet Li
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| Kickin' ass like Jackie Chan
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| Riding in a Bentley smoking on some Pakistan
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| Ice come from Antartica these niggas on some froggy stuff
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| I’m on my bartender shit 30 shots coming up
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| I swear when I walk in the shit people start walking up
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| Got niggas in Nigeria and they totin' choppas boy
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| Go pick you a casket boy
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| Go buy you a doctor boy
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| Go buy you a choppa boy
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| Go buy you some shottas boy
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| See you we gone shoot you boy you make it hallelujah boy
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| And I ain’t gone do it boy you know how much my shoes little boy
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| Thats right that’s right
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| Got my gun I’m a need a tevlon
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| Almighty god going against these dumb hoes
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| I think I won I’m a need a medal
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| I throw ones that I won
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| Then I run in with my gun
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| I’m a sin with my gun and say amen with my gun
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| I’m going too crazy
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| Pistol on my hip, that’s my new baby
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| This money in my pocket, that’s my boo baby
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| Ice up on my neck dancing voodoo baby
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| So much ice on I caught the flu baby
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| I’m TTU I been cool lately
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| You got plenty True’s them hoes fugazy
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| Cat in the hat doctor Suess baby |