| Aye yayo, all I know is yayo
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| Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode
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| And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no
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| Sauced up and I’m loco, and you niggas know so
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| Aye yayo, yeah I just said yayo
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| Taste just like candy cane but whiter then that pure snow
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| And why you trying to play me and you know you selling wappo
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| When you with the boss, then I got to say so
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| Aye oh no, he hit licks like oh no
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| Counting all this mula paper you can call it mucho
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| Cause I be rockin' all this paper moving weight like macho
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| I be eatin' nacho, cheese, guapo
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| Aye vato, holla at amigo
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| And he gon get them bricks and wrap them tighter than burritos
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| I let him know, I need it for the low and need it pronto
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| He gon ship them off, pew, torpedo
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| Aye yayo, all I know is yayo
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| Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode
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| And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no
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| Sauced up and I’m loco, and you niggas know so
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| Yayo, all I know is yayo
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| Trap been doing good, I’m serving junkies out the peep hole
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| Laws oh no, serve you that’s a no go
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| But since you niggas actors I might shoot like some b-roll
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| I got killas on my payroll
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| No sleep, I’m on NoDoz
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| On my Paul wall stuff, I’m tippin with that .44
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| Mr. Thousand Eight Grams
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| Mr. Prices They Too High For Me
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| I love all my young niggas, I know they’ll die for me
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| Bust five for me
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| Cocaine in my county
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| Kush truck that loud weed
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| I don’t smoke, blow a pound for me
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| Yayo, car’s white like mayo
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| Seat white like whip cream
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| Rims look like marshmallows
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| Aye yayo, all I know is yayo
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| Every time she hit the block that ho she be on go mode
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| And if you try to rob me, swear to God that be a no-no
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| Sauced up and I’m loco, and you niggas know so |