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| It’s ya boy Black Magic
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| My nigga Young Snead, let’s go
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| Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier
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| Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder
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| Walk got pimper, cane with the limper
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| Treat my bitch right, always lobster and shrimp her
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| Flatbush Ave I’m the number one contender
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| Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja
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| Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter
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| Ball hard if niggas got blocks like a center
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| Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck
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| Got the new house and that too was big as fuck
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| And this a must that you see me blow
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| Lil' nigga hold the weight like my CEO
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| Now it’s back to the business, we eat sleep and shit this
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| Take this, shoot him and any fuckin witness
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| Always on some pimp shit, never on some simp shit
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| At Big Cat Records nigga e’ryday is Christmas
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| We eat, we sleep, we shit this
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| Big whips, big chips, we live this
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| Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches
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| Us young niggas out there handle our business
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| We eat, we sleep, we shit this
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| Big whips, big chips, we live this
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| Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches
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| And send them goons if them goons on our shit list
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| Guess what I heard? |
| Gucci Mane back
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| Guess what I heard? |
| Man he reppin Big Cat
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| Guess what I heard? |
| Young Snead on some other shit
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| Tell them fuck niggas they can miss us with that sucker shit
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| I’m addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat
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| And you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me?
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| And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy
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| So you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!)
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| Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces
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| Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet
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| Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet
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| Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement
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| I heard, I heard, word on the street
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| Gucci fell down now he back on his feet
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| Anti-social, he don’t really socialize
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| What’cha call that? |
| I call it street certified~!
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| A hundred thou' sold no lie
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| So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire
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| And he pulled up in a 'rrari
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| And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry!
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| I’m a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a ho
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| Bad bitch one night, next day another ho
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| A young’un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'?
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| Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo'
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| We eat, we sleep, we shit this
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| Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp shit
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| Big chains, big whips on 6's
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| I got money on my mind so fuck bitches
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| I’m in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do’s on it
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| Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it
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| Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'Fuck a hater!'
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| All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator
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| Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man
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| You don’t want no part of that we deeper than a marching band
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| We trap, we slang, we hustlers
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| And stay away from you motherfuckin busters |