| I’m comin' down candy, I’m leanin' on the switch
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| I’m hangin' out the window, cup of barre, I see a bitch
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| Ho, money is no object but you think that it’s a game
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| Steady try’na clock the diamonds in my piece and chain
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| Wanna rub on the grain, wanna sit on the butter
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| When bitch you will discover I’m a pimp and not a lover
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| See all the things I did as a kid off in the game
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| Made sure in '96 that I’d would be gripping' on the grain
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| I traded in the Fleetwood, in with the new
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| Got a '96 drop AMG, that bitch blue
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| Officer pulled me over but bitch you must be joking
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| That was a cigarette I was smoking
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| I ain’t no joke
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| That was a cigarette I was smoking
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| Officer you must be joking
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| That was a cigarette I was smoking
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| Too Hard to Swallow, Super Tight, plus Ridin' Dirty
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| Ever seen your weed as big papi
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| That leave your shit sloppy
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| I ain’t hip hoppin, it’s big player parlayer
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| The payer of the bill for the simp and the?
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| So let’s dip through the hills
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| Grip on the wheel, for the trip that’s so real
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| We flip, can you feel, we pop the clip and the seal
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| Now how the fuck you figure you can handle what the trigger do
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| Stupid ass nigga you
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| I’m getting' bigger through constant elevation
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| Stay patient, one day I’ll rule the nation
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| Live on your radio station, locin'
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| Officer, sir you must be jokin'
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| That was a cigarette I was smokin'
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| ATL’s the place
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| 559 parking lot was the scene
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| Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
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| Ho dance down in Nikki’s steady slipping
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| As this bitch give my dick hickies
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| Till one time pulled me over in my old school Oldsmobile
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| Officer, what’s the deal?
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| I’m just ridin' round here on chill
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| With my dick on this ho’s grill
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| Got the 98 smelling like straight kill
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| He said sir you know you’re ridin' with one headlight
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| I’ve been rollin' for two months with them hoes on bright
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| He said your girl friend here is doing an awful lot of choking
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| It must have been that cigarette she was smokin'
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| Deep in the hood, I ain’t driving too fast
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| Got my beat up loud and my ghetto pass
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| Why you pulling me over, what I do?
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| Got a funk full of dope, nationwide too
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| We in stores and we independent
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| That’s why we always ride new benzes
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| I was smokin', yeah I did that
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| But it wasn’t no weed, it was a cigarette
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| Now I gotta get out, I already know my part
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| People stopping' and staring, cause they know I’m a star
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| Ghetto legend, I know ya heard one about me
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| Got a stable of 'em, I never run outta freaks
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| Ridin' through the hood, high sidin' lookin' good
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| I blow a bitch mind every motherfucking time
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| With these pimp lines
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| Spittin' out the window
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| Car full of smoke but it wasn’t no indo
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| Saturday night, we in the mix
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| A whole lotta bitches and a whole lotta tricks
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| I’m upstairs at the bar with hoes taking flicks
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| Try’na pick out the one that love to suck dick
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| I got two or three blunts rolled already
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| Two or three chicks ready to go already
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| I’m fired up, startin' to blow already
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| These hoes take one puff and blown already
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| We trippin' and we kicking' it
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| Drinkin' up, smokin' shit
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| DJs bumpin' hype shit, getting' a bitch open shit
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| All of a sudden police niggas walkin' up
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| Nose in the air sweating a nigga 'bout sparking up
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| Fuck what a nigga do, fuck what a nigga is
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| Fuck you and all the rest of these niggas in the rap biz
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| Before I knew it they was rushing me up out the club
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| All I could say is one thing and it was… |