| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen
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| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans
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| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Got it out the mud, I say amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen
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| I got a milli sittin' pretty that’s a W
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| I might get a papercut while I try thumbing through
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| I wrapped a plastic round a hunnid look like rubber boots
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| Every nigga on your TV call me beetlejuice
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| Fuck with the real so my bitch natural can’t pick and choose
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| No I wear that Polo you get Dior if I’m feelin' you
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| Bring me a friend I like to fuck my bitches by the twos
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| RIP to Soulja Slim that’ll make it take care of all of you
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| Rich as shit they touch me all up and down like button nuts
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| I probably go against the gang before I cup a slut (psych)
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| I’m just playin' but my dawg it’s forever love
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| I told her it ain’t makin' love if I can’t poke your butt
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| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen
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| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans
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| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Got it out the mud, I say amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen
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| Twisted up my fingers gang slangin', we the gang land
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| Gotta thank God that you woke up cause you went to sleep in that cage jail
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| Late nights to the AM we in lurk mode, thuggin'
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| Late nights to the AM she in twerk mode, hustlin'
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| There some dogshit in this function baby I fucks with you on God
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| Grab a couple of your partners though, pull up on me and the squad
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| You got the right nigga for the job or one of them boys
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| Finna peel off in this MG ain’t enough just one of the toys
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| Poppin' these pills making me noid
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| We getting money, run up your coins
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| You know a real nigga ain’t goin'
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| Them niggas hate cause they can’t enjoy
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| And fuck all the stank bitches I avoid
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| I gotta play out in Illinois
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| And probably gonna double back to the hood
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| But its your blood nigga buy roys nigga
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| Gang land
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| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen
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| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans
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| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Got it out the mud, I say amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Amen, amen
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| Made it out the slums, I say amen |