| 150 DreamTeam
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| Gang shit
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| Aye
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| Big G Herbo, I must say I came a long way
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| 'Member posted on the 8 Block and that hallway
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| Hustlin' we serving nicks might get six for the dub
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| Now I need 15 for a show plus my stick in the club
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| We hit your club 150 deep 150 guns
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| You know that’s about 2000 shots Whips like they straight off the lot
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| We pull up 50 whips Forgiato rims my coupe got somethin soft on the top
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| We got your hoe in the passenger but I’m not smashing her
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| She just know I want the top
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| Everywhere I go know I tote the GLOCK
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| Run up and I’m blowing shots
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| My Rollie a plain and it costs me a block
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| No Bezel I said, «hold the rocks»
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| Remember nights I was restless posted on Essex
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| Toting them jocks ducking shots
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| Never signed me deal I was out in the field
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| Over east looking for opps
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| And my homies ain’t never cashed out on a grill
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| But they had a mouth full of rocks
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| Me and Lil Bro was sixteen slidin' off pills
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| No Limit don’t know how to chill
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| Niggas fighting that drama and ain’t take a deal
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| Free Crado, Free James and Free Gill
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| Gilly call all the time, know I’m on the grind
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| He just wanna see me run up a mil'
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| Ayee and I’m right back at it fuck how you feel
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| Smokin on dope by the pillows and ounces
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| That Posto shit reek out the seal
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| When I get it my mood I feel like Deuce Bigalow
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| On a roll I gotta chill
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| Everywhere I go in your city foreign hoes wanna freak me like I’m Seal
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| In Miami the white hoes gettin' off cocaine
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| I pop me a perc you do yo' thing
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| And the two seater cocaine
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| Swervin' through both lanes
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| Hop out G Fazo no Balmain
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| Tell lil mama to chill I don’t wanna know yo' name
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| Just let me check out yo' jaw game
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| Keep the magnum on me never going in raw
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| But I don’t wanna fuck If she ok
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| When I bust in your face, let Lil Bro slay
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| Since I cut out the lean it’s been Remy, Patron
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| Smokin' on dope sippin Rozay
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| Rollin up back to back
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| Perky’s and flats buying up Backwoods for 4 days
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| And I’m still on the road doing shows to and fro studio
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| Bitch an off day is no day
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| While you still tryna study how I pick-n-roll
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| Bitch I’m up late and I’m making more plays
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| Ayee and these bitches with me they go both ways
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| They digging each other and Dusse, I’m getting drunk drinking Rozay
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| We do what adults do
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| I ask what they wanna do they say «We gon' do what you say»
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| And I met her at KOD did that on Monday
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| Now that ass going up on a Tuesday |