| If I go out in silver and chrome
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| Diamonds shine like Sierra Leone
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| It’s geechi and freaky cause, baby, we’ve grown
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| I’m Gucci, I’m Louis cause, baby, I’m on
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| Champagne for my pain, baby
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| Rain dance on the pole for me, huh
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| Nascar on the road, baby
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| She gon' keep it on the low for me
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| And make a lot of dough for me
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| Won’t let nobody know for me
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| Yea, you know how it goes
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| Won’t let nobody know for me
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| She gon' pop it for a real one
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| Pussy poppin' for a real one
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| Make it jiggle like the juice, baby
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| Put the Bentley on cruise for me
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| Got the Rollie on Zeus mode
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| These niggas rockin' Fool’s Gold
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| Blood droppin', got the rocks wet
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| This little nigga ain’t stop yet
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| Brought the karats to the projects
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| Caught blood diamonds with the blood money
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| We livin' life, no rules, baby
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| It’s cool, baby, play it cool, baby
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| I got the mix the clean, baby
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| I don’t stop for no machine, baby
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| Man, these niggas ain’t seen crazy
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| Hard headed wild body
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| Big money on the hard wood
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| Gold drippin' on my Facebook
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| Bimmer lookin' like Space
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| Roger got no space for her
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| If I go out in silver and chrome
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| Diamonds shine like Sierra Leone
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| It’s geechi and freaky cause, baby, we’ve grown
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| I’m Gucci, I’m Louis cause, baby, I’m on
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| Champagne for my pain, baby
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| Rain dance on the pole for me, huh
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| Nascar on the road, baby
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| She gon' keep it on the low for me
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| And make a lot of dough for me
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| Won’t let nobody know for me
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| Yea, you know how it goes
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| Yea, you know how it goes
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| Back in, yea, I’m on it
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| They, I Capone 'em
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| I hear that dead man been talkin'
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| I see a dead man there walkin'
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| I just hit the target
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| Grew up and I’m zonin'
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| And I’m up till 6 in the mornin'
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| Fuck it, I’m chromin'
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| Gotta dead my opponents |