| ISO
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| Indies, indies, yeah
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| ISO
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| Indies, indies, aye-aye
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| Yeah
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| Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
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| Please don’t start us up, got that black and white, that Ying and Yang
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| Mr. Officer please don’t search us, we don’t got a thing
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| Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
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| I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
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| Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
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| Yeah, I’m charging up, they can’t keep up, got 'em looking drained
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| Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
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| Pull and I skrttt and I’m swrvin'
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| If a nigga try to holla she gon' curve him
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| We cam from under rugs like a Persian
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| We been stay in our lane ain’t no merging
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| Wrap a nigga like a motherfucking turban
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| Yeah, these niggas all square like lrving
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| Yeah, we grew up in the hood, no suburbans
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| If I say I need my money, then it’s urgent, yeah
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| Yeah, they want me to quit
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| Yeah, they want to shift |