| All I know is chefin' up dope
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| Break it down and get it ready for the fiends to smoke
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| It’s the true to be paid, nightmares your broke
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| You’d rather have Freddy and Jason come slit your throat
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| In this life we live in, cash rules everything
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| I’m married too my riches, fuck bitches and wedding rings
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| Push the peddle to the metal while your still peddling
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| Forever in the fast lane, never settling
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| Get dough, sniff blow, get some more, get a O of some dro
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| Blow some doe with my hoe
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| You might see me at the MO MO with a thick chaco
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| I’m a giant robot, you Johnny Socko
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| Stacking up my chips like Esay at King Taco
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| Hot like tobasco like me, but you’re not though
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| Hoes they love to lick on my balls
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| Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog
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| All I know is getting that doe
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| Getting that dough, getting that doe
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| Hoes they love to lick on my balls
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| Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog
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| All I know is getting that doe
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| Getting that dough, getting that doe
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| I need my skrilla, my frietos, my fetty fetty fetty
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| My cheddy cheddy cheddy, but y’all ain’t even ready
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| Like Speedy Gonzey lets chase the cheese fast
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| Cash over ass, never in a rat trap, tote the gat for that
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| Pockets stay lumpy, keep the pump with me
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| Ain’t no punkin' me, murder in company
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| Whip out the chrome for the block of provalone
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| Or the limburger, screaming murda murda murda
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| You, your crew, her, him, and them
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| All get clapped by E-S-H-A-M
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| You might not be hungry like me
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| All I know when out in these streets:
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| Pay attention motherfucker, you don’t know me
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| You might not be hungry like me
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| All I know when out in these streets:
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| Pay attention motherfucker, you don’t know me |