| This where we from, this where we stay
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| This where we live, this where we play
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| Aye
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| I know how to trap, I know how to sell dope
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| I know how to rob, I know how to pimp a hoe
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| I know how to make the hammer cock back on the 44
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| I know how to order 5 bricks, then order 40 more
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| 22 inches on it, the Benzes where the rappers go
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| Dro with 2 twin supermodel bitches up on the top floor
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| Body full of liquor, I don’t need your crumbs, hoe
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| Fuck what you heard, I’m hard, they soft, hoe
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| What you gotta say about that skiddle shit
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| Taste the rainbow, you niggas ain’t with it
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| Put the chain on the Roadster, Porsh roster
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| Standin in the trap, sittin down, but I’m layd up
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| Glocked up, boddy full of lead when I’m done here
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| Dreamin bout my career, now I’m stuntin
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| Had it comin for a long time, I got it
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| No pussy nigga can beat us, gotta let 'm know
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| This where we from, this where we stay
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| This where we live, this where we play
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| Aye
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| Look, the rims, the car, my grill
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| Dro the best thang smokin, shawty, I’m for real
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| I hit the ghetto in the Porsh truck, what it is
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| I was gone, got me a deal, what it is
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| I got them niggas actin like they shook
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| Now them hoes in the club, like, girl, look
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| That nigga Dro, I know he a thug, but girl, look
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| 24 main on Dub, girl, look
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| Look, that Pontiac Michael Cane car
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| I heard it was fast, with them birds on the top
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| I heard it can talk, like them Bentley ones
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| I heard he got a BMW, like James Bond
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| Fuck what you heard, look here, boo, chop me
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| Straight up out the ghetto, section 8, Coope poppin
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| I be rockin, way back, ATL’s mascot
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| RAF throwback, polls with 67 squad
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| They ain’t know bout that, fooled you with the rich man
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| Heard you in the hood, you with the head man
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| Ice on my hand, blingin like a star
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| Bitch up in the car, and she off a brown bar
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| Dro!
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| This where we from, this where we stay
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| This where we live, this where we play
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| Aye
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| It ain’t a secret no more, niggas know I run the streets
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| Come and holler at your boy, got them units for the chief
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| If you think about robbin, got the chopper on the backseat
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| Light lotto, if you in luck, you can play with me
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| I have your head hangin, like a kid on a jungle gym
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| This the jungle we in, don’t come if you never been
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| 20 years be the rims, we sittin high on them
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| Know you gotta hit me, only way I ride with them
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| Nigga gonna ride with them, cause nothin but some killers here
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| This my trap, this my baby, pimpin ain’t no deal in here
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| Pimpin, what’s the deal in here, you see how big the club be
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| I love my southern girls, you see how big they ass be
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| Plus, they all over me, all of them attached to me
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| Niggas keep on askin me for work, stop harassin me
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| Bottom line, this the Aye, this where I was respected at
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| It’s Kuntry King, man, show me where your lovers at
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| This where we from, this where we stay
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| This where we live, this where we play
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| Aye
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| You heard that, you heard that
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| You heard that, you heard that |