| Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat
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| And yo bitch ain’t shit my lil homie hit that
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| He let his patna slip that brung it through the set
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| Told him that I couldn’t do nothin with that she riff raff
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| Bring that bitch back
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| I’m pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up
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| Dust her off he missing that he fucking up
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| Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck
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| Ain’t nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from
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| These opium raps blue magic in the drums
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| Vacuum lung kush dracula
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| You’ll live forever fucking with us
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| Impressions ever lasting
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| Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at
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| I don’t give a fuck loud weed loud laughing
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| Ya’ll making excuses and I make it happen
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| Ya’ll acting and I’m actually in action
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| There’s something 'bout a nigga like me
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| New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
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| Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
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| Bad bitches stayin true to em
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| Niggas tryin to do em
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| But they can’t do nothin to em
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| Cause he like stainless steel
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| Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
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| I don’t know why but he just so fly
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| Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em
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| Spitta get up on them beats sky high
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| Killing niggas like a drive by
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| Controlled flow no wild fire
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| If it’s meant for ya I deliver like a sniper
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| Fire right between yo eyes no liar
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| Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider
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| Cruisin my city I ain’t go in the club for five minutes
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| I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic
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| Chopped it with my compadres conspirin
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| On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens
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| Jets ain’t just the pilot
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| Anybody repping my set
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| Trained and certified in the flyness
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| There’s more to this then yo clothes lil bro
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| Even tho I look cool in these threads
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| I make moves with a level head
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| Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout
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| There’s something bout a nigga like me
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| New Orleans bossed up J.E.T
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| Neighborhood kid lookin up to em
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| Bad bitches stayin true to em
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| Niggas tryin to do em
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| But they can’t do nothin to em
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| Cause he like stainless steel
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| Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real
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| I don’t know why but he just so fly
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| Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em |