| Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me
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| Got a real hot mouth, but she a stone cold freak
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| 10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
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| Got a nigga from the country, come two times a week
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| I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
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| And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
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| Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat
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| Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
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| 6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea
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| I’m a put this game on every bad bitch that I meet
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| I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
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| I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream
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| Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin'
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| I’m servin' softball, I pitch underhanded
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| Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin'
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| Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
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| My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it
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| My plug be speakin' Spanish I can’t understand it
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| So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin'
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| Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
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| Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin'
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| Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances
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| I had a couple jooks didn’t go down how I planned it
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| I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it
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| You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
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| Blowin' kush in the house, she smokin' second handed
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| I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed
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| Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin'
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| And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy
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| Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
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| Cookin' dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy
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| I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy
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| Hold up wait, let me explain
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| Half my niggas move ki’s of 'caine
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| Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained
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| In my car’s where she give brain
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| Bought the V of Dorthy
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| Yellow road, sellin' bricks
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| Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch
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| Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye
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| We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky
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| Bitch, and you gon' take this trip to Kansas
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| And you gon' get them bricks of dandruff
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| I wash the money like it’s Head &Shoulders
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| I watch the money like a deadly cobra
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| And hit my phone once you got the bricks
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| You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss |