| I got the gold, I got the amulet
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| My brothers is cold
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| They put you in ambulance, yeah
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| I got the gold, I got the amulet
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| I’m feelin cold, I’m feelin arrogant, yeah
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| You gotta go and we can manage that
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| My watch is cold
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| That means my wrist might crack
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| Yeah yeah
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| We aim to blow, just like an avalanche
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| These bitches on hold, these haters is adamant
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| I’ll make you go ride in an ambulance
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| Deez bitter lil bitches they don’t stand a chance
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| I got da Rick Owen all on my pants
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| Fuck up da function and bring out dem bands
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| And I’m with Fifty we made Fifty Grand
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| I know he praying we spraying yo mans
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| The fuck is you sayin you need an advance
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| You know that you pay if you come to my lands
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| He got a new Glock stop
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| Said he want smoke like a hotbox
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| Need to go regain your thoughts
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| Said dat he real he know that he not
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| Flood out a thot then flood out my watch
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| I just want diamonds and buss downs
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| Got some money and these hoes wanna fuck now
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| Give em the run around
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| Where was all these bitches
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| When I was all the way down?
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| You’re runnin these laps
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| Again, again and again, yeah
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| Me and the gang walk and we in first place, yeah
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| Look at the time man it’s countin down, yeah
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| You really tryin you’re still fallin off
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| You gotta go
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| No competition bitch
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| All of my boys we shinin
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| You not on shit
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| I don’t do the braggin, yeah
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| We do not do the talking
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| You play it safe
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| Don’t count on me
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| Im boutta be poppin
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| Go up and get your own
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| Bitch steady watchin the pockets |