| Sunny days, bitch, I’m in the trap real low
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| They wanna know, you sell Cocaine
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| All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame
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| Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine
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| I fixed my viser, blockin out the sun
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| I double park, until the block is done
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| Sittin low, you here them hoes yappin
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| If you listen closer, you here them foes clappin
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| Pop shit, like Zip did
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| Cop bricks, like Rich did
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| Sold Coke, and got fly with it
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| Won 60 at the dice, and bought a ride with it
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| Reffrance raw, we was sellin raw
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| Tree bought the game, and I was left up north
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| I listened close to what the streets was teachin
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| They made more doe than what my teacher teachin
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| The only traide was to traide the snow
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| Talkin to the dealer, traidin off my porch
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| This game is insane, a crazy sport
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| You be thinkin of mistakes, on the way to court
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| Sunny days, bitch, I’m in the trap real low
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| They wanna know, you sell Cocaine
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| All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame
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| Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine
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| Sunup, loyalty to sunup |
| When it come to Killa, boy, and Santana
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| I could tell you about the joy and the blunders
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| Surv up white mix, and callin it Piranha
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| They make cowboys out of Cocaine, hundred thou toys, out the dope game
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| Bout 5 ticks rite by the
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| Propain
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| Make it disarmed, than harder, nigga, know James
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| Getting block money, put you in a different place
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| Told a chick I love her, tell her get lost, you should’ve seen her face
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| Should’ve saw mine, you thinkin bout love, crazy lady, and I’m thinkin bout
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| Carbine
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| No Shamone line, shit, if not, grab my gun
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| Fingers so sticky, feel like I could wall climb
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| Hold me up with fish scale didgets, I met the guy, rite out doing trailer visits
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| Sunny days, bitch, I’m in the trap real low
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| They wanna know, you sell Cocaine
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| All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame
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| Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine |