| Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
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| Laugh in the corner, smokin' marijuana
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| Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
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| Killed 'em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
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| Packs on me, showin' love to me, I ain’t trippin' 'bout it
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| Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
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| 'Cause back then I was nothin', now I’m really poppin'
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| And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it
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| Cap they neck
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| Why he keep that Calico? | 
| 'Cause niggas hatin' on the low
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| Nigga please, I’m different breed, white tee, I’m still street
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| Bite, if you TMZ, hi, D-A-E-D-A-E
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| Night, she gon' ride with me, enlight with love life, homie
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| Voodoo type make you thick, baby
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| Don’t be shy when you’re around me
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| I got hundreds, I got rapper weed
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| I got shooters, they gon' ride for me
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| Couple poodles for my bitch and mama
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| I can’t lose, I know what they on
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| Keep the taillights every day
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| Me, I get high every day
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| Can’t believe I’m alive, I’m okay
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| Play with me, you gon' die, we don’t play
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| I’m just sayin' though
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| Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
 | 
| Laugh in the corner, smokin' marijuana
 | 
| Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
 | 
| Killed 'em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
 | 
| Packs on me, showin' love to me, I ain’t trippin' 'bout it
 | 
| Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
 | 
| 'Cause back then I was nothin', now I’m really poppin'
 | 
| And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it
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| What? | 
| Pack came in
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| Money counter, brrrt, beep
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| Nigga count up, he
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| Scrape the pot, extra cheese, off the lot, you know me
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| Off the top, Eazy E, I fuck with opps, they cool with me
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| Blue locks, they know it’s me, blue dooly with the dark tints
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| Blue with the extended
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| Blue strips stuffed in these
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| Bad bitch, you know she Crippin'
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| Bad bitch, come ride with me
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| Bad bitch is down with it
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| Facts, I ain’t got time for this
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| Keep the taillights every day
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| Me, I get high every day
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| Can’t believe I’m alive, I’m okay
 | 
| Play with me, you gon' die, we don’t play
 | 
| I’m just sayin' though
 | 
| Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
 | 
| Laugh in the corner, smokin' marijuana
 | 
| Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
 | 
| Killed 'em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
 | 
| Packs on me, showin' love to me, I ain’t trippin' 'bout it
 | 
| Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
 | 
| 'Cause back then I was nothin', now I’m really poppin'
 | 
| And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it |