| Bird, park that body, nigga
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| Let’s take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga
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| What!
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| Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
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| Thursday, Friday, Saturday
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| 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
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| Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
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| Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name
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| Yey in the carry-on, that I’m 'bout to carry on
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| After all the deals, I still deal and carry on
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| Versus the past, we all shed tears
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| That’s why I pop pills, the end so near
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| The crackas don’t work, niggas just snitch
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| Lose trial, that’s a bitch, nigga go sit
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| Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf
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| Three blocks in the car, I’m gettin' what it’s worth
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| From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
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| Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him
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| Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
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| Thursday, Friday, Saturday
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| 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
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| (We hustle on)
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| Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
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| Thursday, Friday, Saturday
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| 'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
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| You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong
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| Daddy can’t sleep 'til this work all gone
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| Drub broke down, 10 028 zone
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| I’m seeing new trucks over 28's chrome
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| Brand new Benz is 600 ponies
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| Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat
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| Dreams so sweet now, it’s my reality
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| Nigga don’t bite cause you might get a cavity
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| Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity
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| Stash so dumb, mine’s ridin' shot gun
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| Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful
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| Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell
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| Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
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| SuWu, yeah nigga
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| Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
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| Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably
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| Louis with the suede on
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| Rockin' that jewels cause we paid homie
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| Laid on it, played on it
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| See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie
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| My honey, she know I’m good with the K
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| Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
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| Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray
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| Gettin' money everyday |