| No suit I’m handling business
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| My weed so loud in public some get offended
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| Like 2 Chainz said I’m riding round and I’m getting it
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| You ain’t make a dollar of this money bitch so you damn sure ain’t gonna spend
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| it
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| I’m in it to win it there’s no second place taking joints to the face
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| Take your bitch to my place suck me off for a hour said I had good taste
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| Seen the views in the crib, yea
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| Said she dig where I live
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| Left the lab around 2: 00−2: 30 yea you know your boy up in her ribs
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| D-A-$ young real nigga junior in high school lean sippin' pill dealer
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| Only been a few years since then couple labels wanna offer me a deal nigga
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| Words kinda slur cus' I’m off the cup
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| Smoking on the joint but they offering blunts
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| Models from the club to the loft to fuck and these niggas keep saying I ain’t
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| talking much
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| And these niggas keep saying I ain’t talking much
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| And a nigga won’t stop rapping til I’m lost in bucks
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| Niggas keep saying I ain’t talking much
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| I bring models from the club to the loft to fuck
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| Yea, so
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| This the part you get turnt up
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| Pop the pill, smoke the blunt
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| This the part you get turnt up
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| Grab a bitch, pour your cup
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| I said this the part you get turnt up
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| Pop a zip, we don’t give a fuck
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| I said this the part you get turnt up
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| Yea, so
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| (2: Fuck 1x)
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| H’z Nigga
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| Cus if you ain’t know
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| Dub 12 shit
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| Claiming we homies and they don’t even know me
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| Can’t even tell em' my real name, I treat em' like the police
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| You guessed it Da$h Dillinger, lyrical god
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| Blows a ounce with the council my team be the fuckin' mob
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| Couple niggas in jail, few niggas on bail
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| A few niggas in hell my motivation for rapping so well
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| And my haters, In the corner with a dunce cap
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| While I roll sacks and I count stacks
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| Fuck a bad bitch till her back break
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| Minus bullshit nigga life’s great
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| Breaking down this elbow
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| Blasting T and 101 in my black and white shell toes
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| And I’m plottin' on a million, fuck how you feelin'
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| Bad bitch in a convertible drop the ceiling
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| When I think I lost my mind shorty blew it out
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| You already know what my mother fucking crew about
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| (?) Man I bet your fucking boo could vouch
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| Free the bigga, till he home Ima bring the wave my nigga
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| Yea, so
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| Eat a dick if you ain’t wit it nigga |