| You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Slang a bunch of narcotics
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| Pull up in the new 'rarri
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| Living like John Gotti
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| Chopping bricks like karate
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| Drink a bunch of codeine
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| Serving to the dope fiends
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| Blowing money, stay clean
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| Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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| Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
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| Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
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| Smoke a lot of kush &I have a lot of sex
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| Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
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| Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
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| Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
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| You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
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| I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
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| 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
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| Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
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| Keep a young nigga workin' gotta buss a cape
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| I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
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| Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
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| Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
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| Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
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| I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
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| In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
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| Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
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| Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's
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| We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
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| Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
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| Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
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| Send it over from Lil Mexico &Let me Work
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| I can get 36 for a clean shirt
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| Pop a lot of pain pills
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| Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
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| Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till
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| Yeah…
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| Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
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| That’s your ho, callin' from two different phones
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| Tell that bitch «leave me the fuck alone!»
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| See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
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| I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
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| I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
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| Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle
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| And these hoes say I’m blind,
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| Cause I don’t see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
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| Man I just received a package
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| Them other niggas taxin'
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| And my pockets so fat, I’m startin' to feel contractions
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| And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
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| And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin'
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| Cut him off like karate! |