| Franchise player, get your money right
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| Honeys looking right, what a lovely night
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| Any form of hate, you’re the funny type
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| 'Cause your boy don’t stop, Imma run the lights
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| In the pits, where the bulls and the wolves be
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| All type of shine, no jewelry
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| The fabulous life, ask, you’ll see
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| See I know it’s no love, you don’t fool me
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| Ahh, we get it lit like the night sky
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| Level up over Rebel? |
| Yeah, nice try!
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| I can run a bakery, how I slice pies
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| Shorty work her thighs, like a bike ride
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| Front to the back go wild like a riot
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| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it
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| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
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| Side by side, you can buy it undivided
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| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Let me slow it down, get you up to speed
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| A heartfelt letter couldn’t touch me the
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| The body on the track work, one to three
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| Even told the judge don’t judge me
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| Greenlight special, anything could go
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| Your boy drop cold like winter snow
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| Ghetto Gigolo that Bigalow
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| She working like a pro she could get it though
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| I’m posted on site, no internet
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| Been a threat, you wasn’t living yet
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| You don’t want this smoke, it’s like a cigarette
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| Place your money on Deck, that’s the bigger bet
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| Front to the back go wild like a riot
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| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it
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| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
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| Side by side, you can buy it undivided
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| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Parking lot, flippin' those guest lists
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| Whole set gettin' stupid off the deck shit
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| Smooth criminal lean, your boy flexin'
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| Fire marshal padlock the exits
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| Yeah, I got it all, call me one-stop
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| You lads stink rappers, you was once hot
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| Moving on the boss time I don’t punch clocks
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| I’ll be lit on the wreak like your drunk Pops
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| Your highness, and I ain’t even claim King
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| Full time on the grind while the dames clean
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| Big time with the shine while my name ring
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| You get it, poppin' bride, we do the same thing
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| Front to the back go wild like a riot
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| Right to the left, 2-step, don’t fight it
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| Drunk with the blunt head, pour it up, light it
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
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| Bottom to the top, got the whole spot wired
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| Side by side, you can buy it undivided
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| Party over here, yo, over there, they’re invited
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| (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) |