| Yeah
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| (Cash Fargo)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Nigga, keep the E in it (What's up, D Dot?)
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| Chevys on switches
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| Yeah, we smoking weed in it
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| No, don’t post me in your pictures, ho
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| Uh
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| Bobby Axelrod
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| Was my rise to power ill-gotten or was this an act of God?
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| Game time a breeze for me 'cause I train through the week, fool,
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| and I practice hard
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| Now who the fuck is y’all?
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| Think all I talk is cars
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| Nah, bitch, that’s all you saw
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| Million dollar worth and that’s just two coupes on my lawn
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| Multiplied by two, my double R’s
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| So that’s like four in all
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| Don’t let me lose you, dog
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| She going through withdrawals because I don’t accept her calls
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| She tried to throw it at me, had to reject them drawers
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| But I did accept them jaws
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| Scratched off, continued to flex and floss
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| All pro, we play varsity ball
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| But we high-high, they’d have to scrape us off the ground if we was to ever fall
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| Bobby Axelrod
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| Was my rise to power ill-gotten? |
| Was this an act of God?
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| Who the fuck is y’all?
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| Think all I talk is cars
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| Nah, bitch, that’s all you saw
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| Million dollars worth, that’s just two coupes on the lawn
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| Multiplied by two, my double R’s
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| Baby girl, that’s four in all
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| Don’t let me lose you, dog
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| Keep the E in it
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| Chevys on switches
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| Smoking weed in it
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| Don’t post me in your pictures
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| If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it
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| Rule number one, don’t talk about me 'round that nigga
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| Was this an act of God?
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| That’ll have him all suspicious
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| Who the fuck is y’all?
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| Think all I talk is cars
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| Nigga, keep the E in it
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| Chevys on switches
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| Yeah, we smoking weed in it
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| No, don’t post me in your pictures, ho |