| Aw shit
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| Aw shit
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| Yeah
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| All that
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| I know pimps
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| I know hustling ass bitches
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| I know dealers
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| I know cold-hearted killers
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| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
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| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling
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| I know pimps
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| I know hustling ass bitches
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| I know dealers
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| I know cold-hearted killers
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| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
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| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling
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| I’m chilling, I brung 'em in here
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| They’re my niggas, they’re my familia
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| They’re my bitches, they might kill ya'
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| That’s my main thang, that’s her sister
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| We ain’t married, but we live here
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| And for better or for worse we getting millions
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| Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them
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| To pick my homie up, he just getting here
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| From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again
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| We live this life, you niggas just be repping it
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| Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere
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| Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here
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| I know pimps
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| I know hustling ass bitches
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| I know dealers
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| I know cold-hearted killers
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| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
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| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling
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| I know pimps
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| I know hustling ass bitches
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| I know dealers
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| I know cold-hearted killers
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| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck
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| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Da da
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| Da da
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| Da da
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| Eastside
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| Andretti
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| Luger |