| When I call my dawgs, I know we keep fans close
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| Nevermind the Fetti, know we keep the plan low
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| We always on ready, I just tell my clan «Go»
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| I ain’t run no college, no campus, I ran stone
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| Either way the money is my fetish, uh-huh
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| Vegan with the green, I love the lettuce, uh-huh
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| I got in my bag and you got jealous, uh-huh
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| I cannot slow down, I’m drivin' reckless, uh-huh
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| This pipe on me
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| She wanna fight, yee, yee
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| And I look clean
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| And I look so swole
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| Shit, it’s like, yee, yee
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| Got the chops on me
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| Got the chops on role
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| She made my heart to stone, I can’t give no lil' bitch a chance, huh
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| I’m in Dior straight from Paris, flew that bitch to France, huh
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| Almost got epilepsy lookin' at them diamonds dance, huh
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| What is a bank account? |
| I got them racks stuffed in my pants, huh, ayy
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| Codeine with the sprite, uh, make sure that it’s sealed
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| She love me on sight, it’s because I’m real
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| And we on go
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| And we on E
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| Take it easy
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| Take it slow
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| Girl wanna take my pole, ayy
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| Fre-e-eak,
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| Too much diamonds, I can’t see-e-e
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| Fuck your bi-i-itch, walk with a pipe on me
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| This pipe on me
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| She wanna fight, yee, yee
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| And I look clean
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| And I look so swole
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| Shit, it’s like, yee, yee
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| Got the chops on me
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| Got the chops on role |