| Me and myself
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| Yeah
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| Alright
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| How it is, dawg
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| Know what we do
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| Smash that trash
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| Come on, now
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| Here it go
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| I put my money where my mouth is
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| Still they wanna doubt this
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| Actin' like, they don’t know where the dirty south is
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| I’m out this bitch, so
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| That’s what I claim
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| Got my Glock and my clips, now, I’m back in the game
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| It’s exactly the same as
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| When ya man left
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| Straight from the scene of the game Grand Theft
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| Now the same last breath’ll be the one that’ll save ya
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| Angel dumb blast all the rest of ya fables
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| Labels
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| All in your business
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| Askin'
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| Who was the man just smashin' ya trash
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| Fasten your seatbelt, it’s about to get rough
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| Don’t gamble, don’t bet
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| Don’t call my bluff
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| Pre-Chorus 1: Grimm (Grimm & Uchie)
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| I’m on my cut, just countin' my cash
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| If you come short, gotta (Smash that trash)
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| Lookin' at a lady, said, «You got a nice ass»
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| She smiled right back, had to (Smash that trash)
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| Smokin' on a sweet, but my boy wouldn’t pass
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| You ain’t a quarterback, gotta (Smash that trash)
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| Don’t make me pull my gun out for pumpin' out my blast
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| Johnny, tell 'em what I do (Smash that trash)
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| Chorus: Grimm & Uchie
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| Chitty-chitty
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| Bang, bang
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| Smash that trash, keep it gangsta, mayne
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| Chitty-chitty
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| Bang, bang
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| Smash that trash, keep it gangsta, mayne
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| Repeat Chorus
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| I’ve been grinding on 'em lately
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| Lining up the ladies
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| Looking at these labels where they findin' all these maybe’s
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| Fade me
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| Naw, they don’t even wanna try
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| Let them boys piss me off, put the bullet in the dot
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| Been a fooler than a rock, jump off in the pen
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| To the free on the streets
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| That’s the cost for the wind
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| Not the boss, but the man that could make this shit happen
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| They gon' sit and blast til I say, «Quit cappin'
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| Actin' a fool
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| Do what you do
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| Slow down, screw,» put my shoe on the fool
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| Thought you knew on the crew out the Houston, Texas
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| And soon, I’m a prove how them dudes is reckless
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| Pre-Chorus 2: Grimm (Grimm & Uchie)
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| Cruise my Lexus
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| Lights go to flash
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| Punchin' it quick, gotta (Smash that trash)
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| Talkin' to a friend, wrong questions asked
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| You can’t think twice (Smash that trash)
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| You been doin' this, how long will it last
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| If it’s lookin' bad, just (Smash that trash)
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| I’m a thug in the club, and the clique wanna clash
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| Johnny, tell 'em what I do (Smash that trash)
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| Repeat Chorus Twice
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| Now it’s not like you don’t know
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| How it’s 'bout to go
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| Smash that trash, kick they ass up out the door
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| Get the stash, I got the flow, puttin' paper in my pocket
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| Dunkin' on 'em, somethin' like a player from the Rockets
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| Makin' all my profits
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| Lacin' it, properly
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| Meanwhile, I’m spittin' while your girl on top of me
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| Got to be, crazy
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| But that’s me
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| You fool fugazi, I’m still that G
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| Pre-Chorus 3: Grimm (Grimm & Uchie)
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| If the kill pass me, and it be out my stash
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| Best believe, I’m a trip to (Smash that trash)
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| Get ya trick, ride home, drinkin' drunk, 'bout to crash
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| If I live through that, 'bout to (Smash that trash)
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| Then you got yourself involved, got a gun, got a mask
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| The only thing left is to (Smash that trash)
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| When you caught up in the cross, and ya boys don’t act fast
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| Johnny, tell 'em what I do (Smash that trash)
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| Repeat Chorus Twice
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| Come on… |