| I’m in the club
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| Kush got it burning up
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| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture
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| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
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| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture
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| All my niggas gettin money
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Dirty goons and we stuntin
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Got a whole lotta O
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Yeah my pockets on swoll
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange
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| Show stoppin', no flockin', I’m about to perform
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| Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm
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| I’m project, I’m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm
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| Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash
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| Blue with my swag, that’s that Gucci duffle bag
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| Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag
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| Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack
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| Well cause I’m young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac’s
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| I’m in the club with my King Johnny’s them diamonds is black
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| Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back
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| Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat
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| Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin'
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| Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin', musclin'
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| Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin', tusslin'
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| Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin' and duckin'
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| I’m in the club
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| Kush got it burning up
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| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture
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| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
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| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture
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| All my niggas gettin money
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Dirty goons and we stuntin
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Got a whole lotta O
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Yeah my pockets on swoll
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Hey, 20 bottles or better
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| I’m comin' in the club and I’m standin' on ya on the tootise leather
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| I gotta be fly like Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather
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| That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather
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| So hood, so hot, so what? |
| Security wanna ban my record
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| Some fools on this sofa open up on the Oprah Winfrey show
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| It’s no pressure
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| My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars
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| Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure
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| Homie don’t you f’n with heffers that square me up like checkers
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| And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her
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| Meet uncle fester, ballin', my shawties they hot as peppers
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| Don’t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar
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| Down for whatever, hey!
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| I’m a donut nigga like glazed
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| On a couch like this my stage
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| Get money, don’t get a nigga paid in Dade…
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| They probably see minimum wage
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| My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid
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| I ain’t really got minutes, I party just like a rave!
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| I’m in the club
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| Kush got it burning up
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| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture
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| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
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| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture
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| All my niggas gettin money
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Dirty goons and we stuntin
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Got a whole lotta O
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Yeah my pockets on swoll
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| Don’t know how to act
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| I’m in the club
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| Kush got it burning up
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| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture
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| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up
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| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture |