| Ayy, boy
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| It ain’t Christmas
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| We real wrappers out here
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| With a motherfuckin' w nigga
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| We’ll wrap it all nigga
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| Wrap-R-Us, nigga
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| Wrap a thon motherfucker
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| We’ll wrap you, we’ll wrap anything God damn it
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| Nothing, no job is too big or too small, ya digg?
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| Whole team full of wrappers
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| I ain’t talkin' bout rappin'
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| Talkin' wrappin' them bricks
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| Self employed by trappin'
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Whole team full of wrappers
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| I ain’t talkin' bout rappin'
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| Talkin' wrappin' them bricks
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| Self employed by trappin'
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| My whole team full of wrappers
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| Gorillas and stackers
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| Can’t let my dogs smell my packers
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| In-case they do they can’t track us
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| I’ve been a G my whole life with a capital G
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| They bring 'em in thorugh the night
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| Across the border to me
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| As soon as my touch I attack 'em
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| Break 'em down and re-wrap 'em
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| Ain’t got no time for no slackin'
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| Got homies dyin' to snatch 'em |
| I’m on that Avion shit
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| No one gave (?) and shit
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| I made my self in this bitch
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| Now let’s get back to this brick
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| I got this chain off in green
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| And got that whip off that white
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| Soon as I tap on that gas
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| I swear I’m out of your sight
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| As soon as I light up that gas your ho be all in my sight
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| And when I pull on that scene, that codeine all in my Sprite
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| Whole team full of wrappers
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| I ain’t talkin' bout rappin'
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| Talkin' wrappin' them bricks
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| Self employed by trappin'
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Whole team full of wrappers
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| I ain’t talkin' bout rappin'
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| Talkin' wrappin' them bricks
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| Self employed by trappin'
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| My whole life is a movie
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| Call it goonies and louis
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| So do not start actin' foolie
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| Cause my whole team keep them toolies
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| And we all willin' to clap
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| And if we do that’s a wrap
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| You fuck around with guerrillas and take a permanent nap |
| I keep a peranent plug
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| I flush that shit through the states
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| If they ain’t wrapped up in plastic
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| I got 'em taped up in crates
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| Don’t let my bread come up late
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| I sent 'em niggas in freights
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| And told 'em sleep (?)
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| Like he was gon' off an eight
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| And that’s the end of that script
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| Back to this bitch in this whip
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| If she ain’t countin' up chips
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| I let her play with the clips
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| And when I finish I dip
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| Straight from Texas to Georgia
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| Then I vacate to Florida
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| While I’m placin' this order
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| Whole team full of wrappers
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| I ain’t talkin' bout rappin'
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| Talkin' wrappin' them bricks
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| Self employed by trappin'
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action
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| Yeah my life is a movie
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| Call it goons bout action |