| Dipset
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| Ain’t nothin' to understand, uh
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| He’s tryna explain it
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| Just follow the drip
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| You can’t buy this shit
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| Let’s get saucy, uh
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| (Heatmakerz, Crack Music)
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| I was born in, niggas was sworn in it
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| Uh huh
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| Harlem, what’s up?
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| It’s all facts (True that)
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| Facts, nigga
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| You know my body
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| Capo
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| I told 'em meet me at the top where it’s goin' down (Where it’s lit)
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| New dawn, drop the top while it’s slowin' down (Get off my dick)
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| Where I’m from, they’ll pop a shot if you don’t hold your ground (Boom)
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| You better get that chopper chopper just to hold it down (Boom)
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| I done triple parked cars up outta Polo ground (Facts)
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| Summer nights when Rucker Park was the only show in town (55th)
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| Red carpets drippin', grippin' the fully-loaded pound
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| Five-Star dinners at Peckerwoods just to blow it down
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| I be scared to fall asleep, Medusa all on my sheets (Versace)
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| In my car, spilled Givenchy sauce all on my seats (Nasty)
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| Tryna test her in a Tesla, see if she gon' fuck (Boom)
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| Gettin' head, drivin' with no hands like I’m Elon Musk
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| But that ass was so fat like she gon' bust (Nasty)
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| Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?
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| I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits
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| I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| It ain’t a bitch that I can’t have
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| Or a cocaine brick that I can’t grab
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| I go get it (Okay)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script
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| Mix this with that and you get crack
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| And that’s facts (Okay)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Cocaine trips to Florida
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| Whip Explorers, dripped in Nautica
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| Addicted to dust, he can’t give that water up
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| The steak was Porterhouse, I hustled for that Richard Porter love
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| Traffic with henchmen, bomb attached to engine, blow that foreign up
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| Call the coroner, alert the morgue, a body on the way
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| Audemar, can’t tell the time, too many diamonds in the way
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| I know they sick, but tell 'em this
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| If they was on fire, I wouldn’t sell 'em piss
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| My mans say a prayer 'fore he sell a brick
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| I got a forever drip, feel like I won’t never miss
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| You on that pole, you better strip
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| Overdose, make the medic spend
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| Just me and Ash discussin' this cash, floatin' up first
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| The powder brown like the coke grow in dirt, let’s go to work
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| Exclusive Gucci, Dap ran into me, told me, «I know that shirt»
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| Play Griselda with the blanco, half a brick in the console
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| This ain’t Training Day, you can’t line me, you not Alonzo
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| Ball in the mornin' in Miami like Alonzo
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| Cookies rolled up in fronto, YOLO
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| It ain’t a bitch that I can’t have
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| Or a cocaine brick that I can’t grab
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| I go get it (Okay)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| No ad-libbin', nigga, stick to the script
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| Mix this with that and you get crack
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| And that’s facts (Okay)
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Cocaine dreamin'
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| My life is like a movie, ah
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| I could never let 'em do me, nah, ah
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| Pack your shit (Look at this shit)
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| And living in St. Johns, we do our thing-ing
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| You better know we chicken wingy
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| That’s what we doing
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| Ayy, listen
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| Came through the wing of the bitch, you already know
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| Bronx, brrat, boom, brrat |