| MVP, LeBron James
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| Burn in peace, cocaine
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| Ey, ey, out of my parkay
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| Gonna hunt down the parlay
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| It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
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| Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say
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| Got it to the red track
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| The bank can’t bully back
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| Dj Holiday, warrup my nigga
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| Shawty, we’re turned up in here
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| Bazoon 1 to 6 nigga
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| Show some nigga a little jay
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| You smoking titanic
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| My nigga spy man
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| MVP, LeBron James
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| Burn in peace, cocaine
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| Ey, ey, out of my parkey
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| Gonna hunt down in the parkway
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| It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
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| Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say
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| They say I’m dead, show me the gravestone
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| West side bank it, half a boy home
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| And we born lo, we can get it nigga
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| Honey round, but now I’m for mocking nigga
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| Saw some nice work, got the game fucked up
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| Fake ass rappers tryin' to live like us
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| Dough boy loving all that fake azure
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| Y’all some twitter gangsters, facebook bullies
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| MDC, they my young nigga
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| Nigga tried to hate, but we back nigga
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| And everything cossa, (cossa)
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| Cossa Nostra
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| MVP, LeBron James
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| Burn in peace, cocaine
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| Ey, ey, out of my parkey
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| Gonna hunt down in the parkway
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| It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
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| Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say
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| Nigga holding us on me, but it’s ok
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| I make a hundred bills a week
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| Yeah it’s all fame
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| Right at the other week, in the monument
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| Night temple at the biss, nigga home play
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| Dry hair, pull up on they make up dry they hair
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| Cut your bitch check the wrist, make her trap her head
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| Get that rick flatter, better yet dust the rose
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| They tried to talk the talk on me, but it’s ok
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| Bitch we’re the hottest in the street, that what the street say
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| The bitch mad say we’re cheap, fuck what she said
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| Them nigga mad 'cause of we, but it’s ok
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| MVP, LeBron James
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| Burn in peace, cocaine
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| Ey, ey, out of my parkey
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| Gonna hunt down in the parkway
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| It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
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| Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say
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| He say, she say, we said
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| Gucci Mane A Weed Head
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| So many bitches in my room I think I need like 3 beds
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| He eat it, I beat it, found out she cheated, he heated
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| He text me, wanna question me 'bout a bitch I deleted
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| And she put keep on and keep on, you took her all out your people
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| I feed 'em I lease a refund, you look you love her and call her
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| I be the fucker and leave 'em, you tellin' her that you love her
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| You let that bitch meet your mother, don’t play yourself like a sucker
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| Remember my homie balla, brothers from different mothers
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| He said, she said that you said that you all like a couple
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| She got him in the costal, and other nigga and talker
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| Can’t hustle the hustle her 'cause I’m bushing her while you coughing
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| MVP, LeBron James
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| Burn in peace, cocaine
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| Ey, ey, out of my parkey
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| Gonna hunt down in the parkway
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| It’s ok, he ain’t nothing but some he say
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| Ey, it’s ok, ain’t nothing but some she say |