| I keep knots up in my pocket
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| Like two braids, I got it locked
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| Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin' on the block
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| I need every chain heavy, nigga
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| Bustdown crazy, nigga
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| Fuck I look like ridin' 'round yo' team if you ain’t steppin', nigga?
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| Mr. Big dog Clifford pushin' big boy packs
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| Smokin' kush inside the Lambo', I got Doja in the cat
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| If we ridin' back to back then one of us got a strap
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| We ain’t playin' with you niggas, kill f’real, niggas know wassup
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| Niggas must be smokin' crystal if they think they funk with us
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| Nah this ain’t BMF but I like D’s in my belt
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| Call «1−800-get off my dick» and cop a bust down
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| What you waitin' on, lil' shorty? |
| Get your cake up, my woadie
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| What you waitin' on, lil' shorty? |
| Get your cake up, lil' woadie
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| What you waitin' on, lil' shorty? |
| Get your cake up, nigga
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| I keep knots up in my pocket
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| Like two braids, I got it locked
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| Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin' on the block
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| As I walk inside the lobby, it’s subjective of me (Mmm)
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| To go broke 'cause you can’t save yo' monies, yo' money (Spend it when I get it,
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| get it, get it)
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| Pressure make diamonds so it’s diamonds on my pinky ring
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| I switched up my whole style, but I’m still on my pimpin'
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| Soon as I move, I euro step, you know we travel heavy
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| Bringin' you back in time with no chain, no clothes
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| No hoes, no shows, I guess that’s how the game goes
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| I keep knots up in my pocket
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| Like two braids, I got it locked
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| Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin' on the block
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| I keep knots up in my pocket
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| Like two braids, I got it locked
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| Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin' on the block
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala |