| Honorable C.N.O.T.E
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| Album Time
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| Entrepreneur
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| Big Gucci
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| Yo boyfriend’s a peon
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| He pull up and limp
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| Got a L
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| From a realm
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| Of free funds
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| I’m ridin' down east
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| Ponce de leon
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| Your album was trashcan
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| I roll weed on your album
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| I’m the first nigga in Atlanta
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| Put 6"on phantom
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| Big Shot
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| Try to trade nose up
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| You done missed out
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| Big Guwop
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| Bring the trap world
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| Back for hip hop
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| Done fooled y’all niggas
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| Y’all niggas ball small
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| I ball too loyal
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| Chicago royal
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| Cuz all my cars
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| Got bot beats on em
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| And bein in it
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| With paint on em
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| Its so good to hold my eat on it
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| I off a nigga from my office
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| Track ya ass like a tracklist
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| Grab ya ass like a chiropractor
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| Push yo neck and yo back and yo pelvis
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| I loan ya money with interest
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| Cuz you ain’t in my best interest
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| I left the clique with injuries
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| Better pray there weren’t no memories
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| I’m number one shoota
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| Come rent me
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| I get a nigga wet for a small fee
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| Smoke a nigga air like a half a p
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| Then pour me a big cup of coffee
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| And I’m feelin' like Master P '93
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| Tell 'er yo *bitch* bitch get off me
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| Swole Pocket Shawty
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| I don’t wanna be your friend shawty
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| Tell that girl to come here darling
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| Go somewhere and have her own party
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| Now *Now*
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| You listen, I’m talking
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| Whatchu gonna do with your friends, shawty?
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| Got one seat, and more ten, shawty?
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| You gonna choose me or choose them, shawty
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| I got that Kobe Bryant Smith’n’Wesson
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| Shoot first I’m not askin' questions
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| You’d think this an ole Western
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| Cuz I got my secret weapon *pow*
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| Lose your life a split second
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| Top drop off then boot 'n neck it
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| Molly got me energetic
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| Sport fuckin for fifty minute
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| My, my, my
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| Like new addition
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| Voice em in like Mike Duda
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| I sprung a Benz watchin' tha Simpsons
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| On crib road I got cruel intentions
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| Hit El Manor took two capsules
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| In a fast chevelle with air condition
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| My can am faster then your grand am
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| I don’t give a goddamn
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| Shorts so tight how you get in 'em
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| I’m the phantom of the opera
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| Never met Oprah
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| Still ain’t find Hoffa
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| And you don’t look hopeful
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| Spiked out loafers
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| Mixin' up sodas
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| Sprite so dark
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| That it look like doda
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| Tryin' ta see how many
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| Y’all fit in my roller
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| Picked her up in the car
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| She ain’t never seen Rover
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| Niggas is crazy
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| My watches by polar
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| I turn off my music to listen to my motor |