| I’m obnoxious, I’m flowing crazy, I need to stop this
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| Don’t knock this, you niggas lazy ya’ll need to watch this
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| Preposterous if you can fathom how you can block this
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| My phantom was seen on Candler, you ride the transit
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| No options you niggas can’t act like ya’ll forgot this
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| I’m tired but switch ya flow up, it’s so monotonous
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| It’s my metropolis, I’ll drop a 12 on ya so colossus
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| My swag plus my drop top yellow jag why they gossip
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| I’m the nigga upload your twitter, bitch I’m the topic
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| Profess it but Gucci didn’t graduate from college
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| Your girlfriend says my ear rings are erotic
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| My lambo doors open upward they’re robotic
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| It’s Gucci
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| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
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| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo
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| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes
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| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo
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| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
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| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo
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| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too
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| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci)
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| Drop beam, off set things, color ice cream
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| White dreams, she can fuck me, that’s a pipe dream
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| X-O, poppin' x-pills so exciting
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| My ex chick and ex homeboy uninvited
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| Cases of Ace of Spade, bitch getcha wasted
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| The waitress, I made her reload it like the Matrix
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| I lean laid with a bad bitch Black and Asian
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| On 20, headed to Buckhead, I’m racing baby
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| But take that fake jewelry off, that shit is fugazi
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| You think that you’re hotter than the kid you’re mistaken
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| Real and you niggas really really good at fakin'
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| So trill, I’mma keep it real, I’m back to the basics
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| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
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| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo
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| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes
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| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo
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| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
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| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo
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| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too
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| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci)
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| Heads up, my partner stashin' bricks up on his roof top
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| Whole key, half a key, quarter key
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| Gucci got more quarters than a motherfuckin' juke box
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| Pop-pop hear the Glock cock, and I gotta Colt 45 like Billy D
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| Semi automatic that I keep up in the attic and a shank that shape like
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| Tennessee (ugh!)
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| I cut ya, I cut ya to the white meat
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| And my partner pushin' more crack than a bike seat
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| I smoke the best, I get my dro from California
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| Get high and go to sleep you couldn’t wake me from a coma
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| I might wake up if these rappers got beef I smell the aroma
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| But these niggas ain’t got no heart not even if they had a donor
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| I roam the streets, so who the fuck is you?
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| Southside, Collipark, king of the jungle
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| My name is Ludacris, living in Atlanta zoo
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| Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
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| Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta zoo
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| Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes
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| Monkey niggas in my hood, I’m living in the zoo
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| Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
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| I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo
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| I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too
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| But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci) |