| Andretti, Lex Luger
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| We ain’t gon' waste no time
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| The labels is Lavendar
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| My latest Ralph Lauren fashion
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| I been matching back and forth to the lab
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| Tryna make it happen
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| Addicted to extravagance
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| A magnet to the chips
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| Grabbing and dashing with all that shit
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| Not leaving fingerprints
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| Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments
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| We should all stay alive and just enjoy the shit
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| We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense
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| Open a jar and release a heavenly scent
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| Plot up and twist, plot a hit, message is sent
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| I bet them niggas never try to play us again
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| Plot out a hit, message is sent
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| I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again
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| Let 'em in
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| Let the lions in, smoke out the den
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| Park the Benz, hopped out slid
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| Your niggas froze, some of them hid
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| They ain’t on this shit
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| We hella dipped, I knocked your bitch
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| I ain’t even a pimp
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| She on the strip bringing this shit
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| Be back by ten, that’s what she said, that’s what she meant
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| Sense your kick in that’s what she did, trill bitch
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| Very rare in this atmosphere at the table
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| When I feast bosses eating I pull you up a chair
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| Everybody eating, everybody shining
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| Organised rhymes, family got the profits rising
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| Where we go from that depends on whether you scared
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| 'Cause scared don’t make bread and we tryna beat the points spread
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| Switched been on the water but I ain’t in a waterbed
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| That’s a ship I had to charter there
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| Me and twenty of my cars in here
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| I got a little art man up in here, a boss is always prepared |