| TrackMasters
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| A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor
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| All types of paper, I’m doin you a favor
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| So blaze the trees, come on baby please
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| Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees
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| Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees
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| Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG’s
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| And when I’m lazy B
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| Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be
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| So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out
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| I get em home then I’m twistin them out
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| If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth
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| Then I’m kickin them out
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| Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke
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| On you I wouldn’t trick to know
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| Have me high at first like I sniff some coke
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| But now you gotta go don’t forget your coat
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| Uh
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| We are the firm all stars
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| Fuckin your bitch we don’t care who you are
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| We don’t need no introduction, our music steady bumpin
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| From the crib to the club to your cars
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| Come fuck with us
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| If you know about us throw your hands in the air
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| From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair
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| This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock
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| Even New Orleans be bout it bout it
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| It’s hot
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| Uhhhhhhhhh
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| I gets 7:30 for the door daddy
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| Ain’t know thing, ya’ll know about the rings huh
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| Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat
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| Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that
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| See the paper stack
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| I’m not a hater dog
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| Ya’ll still crusin lands, I’m navagatin dog
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| Brooklyn tone
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| Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome
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| See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it
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| If it’s broke nigga we can let Tido fix it
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| I can’t stop, I won’t stop
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| Everything hot, first week out hit the top
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| Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive
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| For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes
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| We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters
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| P be Mr. Macoroni
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| The world slick lies and pretty Tony
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| If you never new know you know me
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| Thats why they wanna blow me
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| We eat caviar, shine like a movie star
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| Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are |