| Gats under my Gucci belt, tats on my arm
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| Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh
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| Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh
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| Gat under my belt, capitol murder in my palm
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| My thought be so perverted, thinkin of fuckin' all of your moms
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| Cause I’m a motherfuckin' big dog and I don’t fuck with law
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| Shape up your set, snip, get clipped off
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| Back cloud over my head, black label in my veins
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| Black 40 on my lap, black future in this game
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| It’s crucial out here man, stayin' sane, tryna sustain
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| Coward, no such thing, my bounty more than my chain
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| Swastika on my tat, smockin' tropical crack
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| I pay way you no rap then wet gain get racks
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| Talkin' shit in my tennis, on my turf chargin' these tenants
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| I been broke befo', beaten, yoker broken antennas
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| Gats under my Gucci belt, tats on my arm
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| Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh
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| Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh
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| Gats under my Gucci belt
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| Gats under my Gucci belt
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| Tats on my arm
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| Sliddin' up her ocean drive, comin' down like uh
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| Bogota bitch
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| I told you, I’m Bogota, bitch |