| Fifty States!, yo
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| Guess who the dude the girls love him
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| Fed-X Fifty States I’m so custom
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| I’m like a Benz whip S-Class sports car
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| Hard top drop automatic road bar
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| Like a Continental R I’m rare
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| They call me another country so come catch me there
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| I’m international London and Spain
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| Jamaica, to the Philippines luxury planes
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| Did some time in Panama learned the laundering game
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| Plus my lawyer got an Einstein brain
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| Bubbled up on the stocks got it locked in the Ukraine for real
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| What would it take for Fifty to make a mil?
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| Not much, Fed Fifty States Warbucks
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| Debiassi if you know me the million dollar man
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| With the million dollar plan I got my gun in hand
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| I’m on the, run for real but my dogs don’t squeal
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| It’s the Mob
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| Sorry I’m mad at you
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| You can come and walk in my shoes, in my shoes
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| That’s what I had to do
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| Now everybody’s singin' the blues, the blues
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| Smoke a lotta weed hardly ever get upset
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| You’s a fly motherfucka if you got this in the deck
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| Baby all up on me slidin' slidin' up my neck
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| Ended up gettin' sucked started of wid a peck
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| Started off with the Burberry check on the Air Force
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| Who care’s if ya head’s hard, just gimme some neck
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| Gettin' way higher than you suckas expect
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| We the fuckin' Mob Figaz wid them treal ass reps boy
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| And all we want is our issue, don’t make us have to pull out pistols
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| He’s tryna be good he’s in the hood wid no lights on
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| Now I pick the size of my chrome I hope these bitches fit on
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| You know niggas ain’t neh' had nuttin' ain’t know how to act
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| I swing eights wid no Ls and all my shit don’t rack
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| Got the latest gats Air Force Ones wid the gator strap
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| Danglin off the back and niggas hate us for that
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| And I love it, shit we need worldwide coverage
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| Swisher Sweet smokers Philly smokers Backwood, Dutches
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| Eastcoast Mid-West DownSouth hustlers
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| Mob Figaz baby we don’t fuck wid suckas
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| Nigga have you ever grind can you roll wid the punches
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| If ya, dyin' to shine you’ll be dead in some months if
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| I gotta put you on uhuhuhuh on and
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| Nigga where was you when I was hustlin' in the stormin'
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| HOOK |