| I can turn a 4 into a 9
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| Them birds wake me up in the morning
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| Can’t you hear them birds chirping
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| Wake up early in the morning with bricks all on my mind
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| Got these fiends calling my line
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| We getting bricks ten at a time
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| If money call me right better leave no wasting time
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| If a bitch really wanna fuck than that bitch gotta be fine
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| Bitch you must be out your mind thinking I’m a give you a dime
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| Sippin' on a pint of lean I swear it got me right
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| I’m up bout to jizz all night
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| Two wrong gonna make a right
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| Baking soda bottle wanna cook it right
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| Put the mask on before you get high
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| Keep the tool on the set all night
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| Get left if you can’t get right
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| Okay officer it’s my right
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| Thinking bout the pounds I got in the bag
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| You no I don’t even know how to act
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| If you say something else from the club, I’m a hit you back in the A. M
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| Check in the bag no Nike
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| Take off time George Jetson
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| Niggas be thinking they flexin'
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| But my squad really be flexin'
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| I’m up it’s 5 in the morning
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| I’m fucking my bitch she moaning
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| I judge it like I do the work, boy |
| Water whippin' no surf board
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| Bullets flyin' like nerf, boy
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| Take a 4 piece and I stretch that
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| 9 piece wanna back that
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| Large loads you need a fish net
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| Hot bars in my rap track
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| This God’s work you gettin' baptized
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| Momma cryin' cause you front line
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| Sending shots and I keep firing
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| I got steak sauce
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| Bat a nigga like baseball
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| Nick Cage knocked his face off
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| Trap shit i’m gon' make dawg
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| Work good so they keep buyin'
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| Block hot so I’m keep writin'
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| Real stars we high fiving
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| Chop Squad we move in silence |