| Finna make it rumble
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| Glock 40 make a nigga stumble
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| Choppa choppa make a nigga crumble
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| 30 clip make a nigga fumble
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| Hollow tip make a nigga tumble
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| Big shit all on my hip
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| Pack came in so we takin' trips
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| Hit a lick on a silly bitch
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| I’m on papers
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| So I can’t fuck with no snitch
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| I dont fuck with 12
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| Im not going back to jail, I’d rather be in hell
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| But I’m on life with my gang
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| And fuck nigga you can’t hang
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| Finna buy rain why these nigga’s so strange
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| We came up with em' as playin'
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| Dirty dance with the bands its coming, its in my hands
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| I don’t have to fuck with the pots and the pans
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| New Benjamin
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| Blue
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| Off the ashes, don’t close to Off the acid, she don’t smoke sativa
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| She fuck with she know Ckent
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| Cuz my new shit hot and I’m whipping' the bimmer
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| Ain’t mad at her either
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| Cooking my reefer
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| I fuckin' did we ain’t doing no sleeping
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| She on the line so I pass to my gang they catching' them dimes
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| They in love with the rhymes, we loving' the grind
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| Easy life alley ooh
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| She slobbin on knobs
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| We the new bitches mafia squad squad
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| Toolin' the dogs with all my dogs
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| What the vintage [?What the vintage YSL cost? |
| What the Nudies cost?
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| cost, what the nudies cost
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| Its the deal we can’t take a loss
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| My whole team the boss
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| Every day I like to floss and I don’t check the cost
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| Im getting it all, I’m running so hard I’m praying to God
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| And don’t check my car
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| The cops be hating they know I’m a star
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| I jumped out my car and light me up a big ass cigar
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| They see starts on my feet aim for the moon and the stars
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| My chain swang heavy SLPs not no Levi’s
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| President evil shawty and I’m coming with that tech 9
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| Your whole gang sweet I turn your clubhouse into Columbine
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| You work a nine to five Im trying to be rich for a lifetime
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| Whole gang with me and they rock like Chris
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| Mouth shining' hard squint your eyes when they glisten
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| Gold chain shawty lookin' like a pound of piz
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| Diamonds dancin' hard its a party on my wrist
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| Bustin' like a bitch I’m finna move to LA
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| Youngest nigga dabbin' looking like a straight A
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| That mean that I’m a hundred Miami when its sunny
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| Go up north for the winter got a white bitch she ginger
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| All my bitches call me diddy pop champagne we know party
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| I just guzzled down a four now I’m gettin' at follies
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| Youngest nigga in the strip club they don’t ask me for ID
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| Everybody know our gang if you don’t nice to meet ya
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| Two dragon balls for a feature not human born I’m a creature
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| Lookin' better than ever U-S-R-L sweater
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| Got these hoes getting wetter
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| Nature born in the fleece
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| Leather jacket like Grease
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| Fucking hard on Patrice
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| While Im gripping my piece |