| Look at you
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| Look at me
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| Come on Uh
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| You remind me of my range
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| Lamb skin seat covers
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| Brotha’s get ya change
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| Get ya dame cause she want the niggas wit the frames
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| With the change
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| Nigga man sick with the bank
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| Shit been the same since 86' and Kane
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| Get ya main bitch itchin to give me brain
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| And they say that’s why we hold fifths
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| See me four wheelin rollin over the whole building
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| Chrome killin em' twenty inches the whole Dill with it
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| I’m so ill wit it so Dill with it
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| I be Prada’d out
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| Without a doubt
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| Spot em' out wildin out
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| We wildin out
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| Lady’s let me see you do it like
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| Uh
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| You look at me
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| Look at you
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| Look at me
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| Uh Yeah Uh
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| This is for my bitches wit cars of they own
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| This is for my niggas with the bars of chrome
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| Ahh bitches nigga leave ya littles cars at home
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| Stay there Detroit niggas don’t play fair son
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| Chickens be trickin to get they hair done
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| Yeah son, its nare one of these niggas spark shit
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| I’m on son Biz Mark shit like
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| Can you feel it
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| Cause nothing can save ya
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| Cause this is the season for stackin ya paper
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| My click is the reason you tuckin ya chain up
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| When you fuckin wit this you fuckin wit danger
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| You see me up in the range and I got a gang a niggas
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| That be runnin wit thangs and guns to bang ya
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| They be runnin wit thangs got guns to bang ya
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| Cause when you fuckin wit this you fuckin wit danger
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| (*When you see me do it I do it to do it*)
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| (*Look at you, Look at me*)
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| (*Do it*)
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| You doin it |