| You judge a nigga, how he overcome? |
| I’m seclusive and nigga a hundred
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| AK hold a hundred, I had to trap off
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| I grind from Monday to Monday, baby, you heard me
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| Even on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I got a lick on some birdies
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| Bitch you too thirsty, I’m drippin' Fiji (Fiji)
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| Get what I want out the bitch, she a genie (a genie)
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| A xan and a soda, call it a martini
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| Push start the car make the top eeny-weeny (eeny-weeny)
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| What’s that, you dreamin'? |
| This shit is really is happenin'
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| I gotta own, automatic, I know some hoes they from Dallas
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| I call them, bands make them
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| Hold so much green, fuck a salad, I might just cop me some Bally’s
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| I whip it up with a fork, I really shine in the dark
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| I bring that Rollie to life, I whip that shit with my left make it right
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| I whip this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left (my left)
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| I whip this shit with my left, I had to sip then I slept
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| I woke up ready to chef, my hoe up ready to F
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| We pull up on y’all when y’all deep
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| We be mellow, mysterious, and mystique
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| Then one of us ask for directions
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| Like, «Excuse me, do you know where the- „brrrrrr“»
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| We light it up, nigga, we fuckin' the Cypher up, nigga
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| We get out and rifle but nigga
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| The shit that we takin' is psychin' up niggas
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| To kill niggas like it’s nun' nigga
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| Look left and right and duck nigga
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| I chef the white right up, nigga, I whip the shit with my left
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| And give it to my right-hand man 'cause he know that it’s life or death
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| We got the snow in the summer, I got the dope on my women
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| I got the stick on myself 'cause I know that it’s life or death
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| Whip the whip cream like a stealth, whip the white til I see wealth
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| Head first like Michael Phelps, red syrup, that’s not gon' help
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| 'Cause I need that yurple, only the money is verbal
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| We got more tan than surfers, watch my left hand do circles
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| The cocaine expand the surface, I just bought the bando curtains
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| I seen more sand than turbans, seen more white girl than bourbon
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| Served on Bourbon, give us the word, we hurt 'em
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| Give us a check that’s murder, fuck the verdict
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| Trap in your area, chain like aquarium
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| Right hand or left whip up, we ambidextrous
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| I work this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (with my left)
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| I work this shit with my left (my left) |