| Bitch better fuck something
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| Bitch better fuck something
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| Shows in L.A., shows in the bay
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| Centerfolds in the pool, got her rolling up a jay
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| Tats all over, cash all over
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| 500 laps, NASCAR Chattanooga
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| Bow down tell them bitches pipe down nigga
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| Bow down, when I come up to your town nigga
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| I’m surrounded by brown women and brown liquor
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| And green trees, my name heavy make the ground quiver
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| Ridin through the city I’m bagging bitches what do you know
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| Counting a bag with spanish mammies on the
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| Trying to get mad, I told that baby get at me
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| I could blow out all your candles on your birthday suit
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| Pull me up a four super slow
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| Rolling dope boy
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| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck
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| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck
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| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| I’ma tear that pussy up
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like
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| Let me at em
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| drinking gin with the
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| knock the knee right out your taco
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| bitch mulatto |
| Got her seven digits then I hit her like a lotto
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| Play her im a winner, eat her like dinner
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| Mama raised a sinner, pray to God the lord forgive her
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| I’m d-boy fresh every time you see me out
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| Trying make a million every time I leave the house
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| She’s got a new whip, now I’m riding with your spouse
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| Let her pop a Then I skeeted in her mouth
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| She said she got it all but I see some on her blouse
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| Ratchet ass rabbit chasing cheese with a mouse
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| Pull me up a four super slow
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| Rolling dope boy
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| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck
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| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck
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| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| I’ma tear that pussy up
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like
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| Let me at em
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| Forty-four long knock the tats off your body
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| Packing up arenas from the packs in the lobby
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| Money got a whole lot, know we buy the whole lot
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| Flushing when the door knock
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| Shout to Petey Rollock
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| Chuck Taylors all black, Raiders |
| Money right, dirty money, dirty sprite
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| Give her loose change let her run loose
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| Came up out the mud to the trunk roof
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| Fight night shotgun Makaveli
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| Trying to put it in her mouth, Akinyele
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| I rip a tag and the ceiling off
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| Banana clip Mulsanne peeling off
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| Pull me up a four super slow
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| Rolling dope boy
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| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck
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| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck
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| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| I’ma tear that pussy up
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| Let me at em
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| Let me at em
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| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like
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| Let me at em |