| I walk in this bitch, I’m lookin' like a light bulb
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| Give me 30 thousand to walk in your night club
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| And I switch my shoes and shit like I’m from Flight Club
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| I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? |
| Bitch, I don’t like nice girls
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| Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
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| Uh, they play the song at the club, go on, get bugged
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| And I’m a thug, the hoes like us
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| Come party with the gang-gang, you gon' have fun
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| Uh, big G Herbo, call me Swervo
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| Fuck that humble shit, hit the turbo
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| You can’t even book me for nothin' less than 30
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| But 20 or somethin', that’s what you get a verse for
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| I was drinkin' lean on niggas first
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| Foenem got me poppin' Percs, though
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| .380 Glock, ho, put that in your purse
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| Prolly go on a lil' chase for the worst, though
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| Chill, though, you thirsty as fuck
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| I can’t fuck with groupie bitches, I’ma keep it a buck
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| Gotta keep it 150, got a light dub or a 50 with me
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| Pull to the club for the backend, keep that shit if you frisk me
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| Already goin' up in this bitch, it’s risky
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| Ah-ha, foenem lose control up in this bitch like Missy
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| And you ain’t never say they miss me
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| Lord, fuck it, I’ma stay in the 'Raq and bulletproof the Bentley truck
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| Matter fact, that ain’t even gonna be tough, I’m 'bout to go get some money
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| I walk in this bitch, I’m lookin' like a light bulb
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| Give me 30 thousand to walk in your night club
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| And I switch my shoes and shit like I’m from Flight Club
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| I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? |
| Bitch, I don’t like nice girls
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| Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
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| Uh, they play the song at the club, go on, get bugged
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| And I’m a thug, the hoes like us
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| Come party with the gang-gang, you gon' have fun
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| I might pull up with your bop, I got her off the drugs
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| Drop out of school, I always ditched to go hang with the thugs
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| Exotic pack, this ain’t just weed what I put in my lungs
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| Hollow points the only shells what I want in my guns
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| Fold up lil' crew 'cause both a real loose screwy (I am)
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| Fuck the opps, sit back and roll their homies out the QT
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| I been stackin', miss my niggas, this one for Lil Boosie
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| Come have fun with the gang, we turn shit to a movie
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| All these bitches groupies, I might buy some uzis
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| Pass 'em to the gang-gang, niggas smoked like loosies
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| Niggas get fucked like coochie, we rob niggas for they oochies
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| Treat a penny nigga like Rudy’s, most of these niggas is goofies, gang
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| I walk in this bitch, I’m lookin' like a light bulb
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| Give me 30 thousand to walk in your night club
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| And I switch my shoes and shit like I’m from Flight Club
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| I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? |
| Bitch, I don’t like nice girls
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| Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
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| Uh, they play the song at the club, go on, get bugged
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| And I’m a thug, the hoes like us
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| Come party with the gang-gang, you gon' have fun
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| Ayy, hey, where you from?
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| Who told you come around this way? |
| Bitch, is you dumb?
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| This drip so slimy, murder one
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| Gang on gangsta shit, 150 in the slums
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| Ayy, serve what you want because we on the same thing
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| You a walkin' lick if you ain’t with the stain gang
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| My brother fucked a ho down with your main thing
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| Fuck nigga, rocks in the jewels, let the chain swing
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| Wettin' the blocks broad day, nigga, dang rain
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| Bendin' the block, yellin', «Gang, gang, gang, gang»
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| Run from cops and they know we won’t say names
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| Pick up the Glocks, milly rock-a-bye, bang-bang
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| Play by the rules, a’ight?
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| Walk-walk away, don’t make the news, a’ight?
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| I might go drop on a Tuesday night
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| Diamonds dancin', thought you could use the light, yeah
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| You gotta wait 'til it’s payday
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| Bank cash my check in the same day
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| You tryna see what your bae say
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| My niggas solid, bro coolin', that’s my ese
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| I walk in this bitch, I’m lookin' like a light bulb
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| Give me 30 thousand to walk in your night club, uh
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| And I switch my shoes and shit like I’m from Flight Club
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| I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? |
| Bitch, I don’t like nice girls
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| Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
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| Uh, they play the song at the club, go on and bug
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| And I’m a thug, the hoes like us
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| Come party with the gang-gang, you gon' have fun |