| Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth
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| I hear you talkin', pussy boy, so pipe it down
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| I’m crackin' cards, I’ma steal your mom’s account
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| I’m climbin' up, but you know I’m from the south
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| Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth
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| I hear you talkin', pussy boy, so pipe it down
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| I’m crackin' cards, I’ma steal your mom’s account
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| I’m climbin' up, but you know I’m from the south
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| Ayy, New York (Joey Trap is daddy)
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| Yeah I’m from that east side
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| If he talkin' greasy, then a pussy gettin' deep-fried, uh
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| That’s just how my gang roll
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| I’ma let that thing go
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| We ain’t match
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| I know a couple of scammers
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| My niggas don’t got no manners
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| I’m always toatin' the hammer
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| Look (Bitch!), brodie came straight from the south
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| I’ll make your girl watch her mouth
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| My niggas gon' run in your house
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| Look, ayy, this is Gucci, uh
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| You’re so goofy, uh
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| My life like a movie, uh
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| I get it back to back, uh
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| Nigga, they trip like a, uh
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| Movin' that pack and my pockets fat, uh
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| Chill with your bitch, tell her throw it back, bitch (TRAP)
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| Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth
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| I hear you talkin', pussy boy, so pipe it down
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| I’m crackin' cards, I’ma steal your mom’s account
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| I’m climbin' up, but you know I’m from the south
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| Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth
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| I hear you talkin', pussy boy, so pipe it down
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| I’m crackin' cards, I’ma steal your mom’s account
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| I’m climbin' up, but you know I’m from the south
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| (Max2k10) |