| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me
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| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Inside Italian, outside microfiber
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| Doors go up Daniel-son, probably that Crouching Tiger
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| Sip Crown in dat Royce
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| Never solid, you moist
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| Ball like I play for Kansas
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| Top dog on the (?)
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| I don’t want no excuses, told (?) to get my retainer
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| Chop a body to pieces, stuffed in different containers
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| Just to get to that crown, ran (?) that crown
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| (?) Caprices on that Regal
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| Cleanse your body from evil
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| I just popped me two Zans, finna fuck me a waitress
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| Drumma, he from Sudan
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| Surgical with two lasers
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| Lift the ground up from under you
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| Choppa turn you to dust
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| Hope fuck niggas perish
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| For the In Gods We Trust
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| Probably walkin' with a hundred thou on (Yay!)
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| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me
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| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Only youngin still playing by the old rules
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| Can’t learn a new dance wearing old shoes
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| No dance instruction, bust ya own move
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| Eenie, miney, moe, bitches gon' choose
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| Rainin' doing about a buck nigga hydroplanin'
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| Get cha crown snatched, kufi confiscated
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| Got the accolades on the corner
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| Dope from Peru, sniff from Tijuana
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| Turn nanos (?) to the bando
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| Feed a dog, can you trust 'em in a jam tho?
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| Steph Curry with the handle
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| Pussy nigga kick rocks — Jesus sandal
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| Probably walkin' with a hundred thou on (Yay!)
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| With a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me
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| Niggas at the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Light the pot, drop the pollo in
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| Niggas on the top lookin' down on ya
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| Down to chop the door, with the crown on
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| Haha, you still worried about that shit on the ground level?
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| Niggas up at the top laughing down at ya
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| Better figure out how to get up there
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| Dufflel bag shit
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| Brown bag, plastic bag
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| However you bring the money, it all count the same
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| Coke Boy shit |