| Uh, uh, uh, fuck you thought, boy? |
| Uh
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| You already know what we doing, boy
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| King shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh
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| I flood the shipyard, you rap subpar
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| Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a Dove bar
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| Park the double R, pull your trump card
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| This hog’s 300 large, front on the God, you get dumped on
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| You tumbled when your number was called
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| The 40 long calls, you do summersault, dog
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| Don’t worry, lord, the summer’s all yours
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| The pump still up under the London fog
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| The horse is imported from Portugal
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| My songs is like soft porn
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| Pouring Pourisons with tall Amazons
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| Black Panameras, Tony Montana standards
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| Scramblers is scanners in the Porsche
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| Grams is soft, we used to scramble on the porch
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| For what a Phantom cost, I blam at your thoughts
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| Transport snort, so raw the shit snowballed
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| Got bowling balls for balls
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| My redbone whore, she like Charlie Baltimore
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| We up, my dog, check the scoreboard
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| The crib four floors, you know we in this for the long haul
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| That shit I’m on
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| Uh, that’s that shit I’m on
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| Roll the window down and hit 'em all
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| Roll the window down and hit 'em all
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| Huh, uh, yo, lime green Gallardo
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| I’m like Marlo without the scar though
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| You know how karma go
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| The AR strap go over the collar bone
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| I bone fly hoes in Ferragamo
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| My shine still glow from behind a blindfold
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| Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie Skydweller
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| Uh, they crashed the Regera on La Cienaga
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| All my lines is like cinema
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| The tool shot derringers close by, I feel like I’m John Derringer
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| Uh, all my clothes is Italian cut (Italian cut)
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| Only fuck with bitches if they down to fuck (Uh)
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| My shades a thousand bucks and up
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| I got a Russian plug, I get you plugged (Plugged)
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| Your heart’ll stop pumping blood (Uh)
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| Get fly for the hoes in the no fly zone
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| Copped the R Seven Quattro, y’all don’t drive those
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| We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos with white gold ropes
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| To keep 'em right, we get 'em lipo’d
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| Aight though
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| Uh, that’s that shit I’m on
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| Roll the window down and hit 'em all
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| That’s that shit I’m on
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| Roll the window down and hit 'em all |