| Cold world, dope boy shit
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| D boys dancin on the corner
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| Dipset
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Ain’t nothin like a new whip
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| Same color, got two pare
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| Ain’t nothin like a new wear
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| Same color got two pare
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| Work is never over, so
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| The grind on 24
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| We fell in love with the white girl, started pumpin dimes of that Demi Moore
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| Young drunk sold millions, hoppin out of Bentleys
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| Belt with Fs on us, still don’t give a fuck about a Fendy store
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| Cause that shit wasn’t for free, but that shit was lookin free
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| I was thinkin how it would look with the new kicks, hoppin out the brand new V
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| But they was actin like they couldn’t see where I was tryna take the vision
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| I was stuck between the Christion and the Muslems, they say don’t play with
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| religion
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| I used to play with the keys, now I just play with the river
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| Zip bring Tyson to 18th street, just to play with the pictures
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| Very observant, been washin money for a long time now, use heavy detergent
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| You know spin cycle, Clorox beach, wash me a load of whipes
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| Miami beach, with a new car with the pipes out
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| Fuck with drug lords that got money that wasn’t in the photos
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| Me, I had a hot temper, rockin the biter
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| Got me a new pare
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Ain’t nothin like a new whip
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| Same color, got two pare
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| Ain’t nothin like a new wear
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| Same color got two pare
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| I was born to hustle, so I turned out dope of all kinds
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| I flipped bricks, sold Crack, even broke them down to small dimes
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| See if I get caught, I get locked, so I dodge at all times
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| Freezin up on all my watches, you think a nigga tryna sop time
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| Niggas droppin dead, I try to tell the lord I need more time
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| Nigga fuck with me, I put a bullit in his jerzy like a 49
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| Shots on a nigga top, like the top of a pretty Porsh 9
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| I got soldiers fully commited, only fully commited for commiting war crimes
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| Send me a text or email, let me know when it’s war time
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| I be smokin blunts on the yacht on the dock, that’s way below the shoreline
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| If you drinkin sauce, who the fuck you think whipped it up? |
| I
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| Step out with Cam, Juelz, Freakie, I be dipped as fuck
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| Lookin for my angel, you gotta go through the trunk, and lift it up
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| Pretty bitches still out here sayin «boy, you lookin lit as fuck»
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| Three strikes kinda simbilise these three strikes
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| Drop my shells for my niggas in the sells, doing complete life
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m sellin dope in my Adidas
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| Ain’t nothin like a new whip
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| Same color, got two pare
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| Ain’t nothin like a new wear
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| Same color got two pare |