| You must got Nikes on your lip the way you run your mouth
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| My nigga Juicy J is livin' what you rap about
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| I like it in the trunk of my Maybach Benz
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| Make you disappear faster than you clap your hand
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| All these niggas mad, all these hoes moist
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| Now I’m getting my dick sucked in my Rolls Royce
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| Take a full ride, I’m on my high horse
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| Dead man Phantom, suicide doors
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| Rich nigga' shit, I don’t deal with rappers
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| I made my first million when you were still in Pampers
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| Ride through my whole hood like «what's up?»
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| In my Juicy J voice: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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| These niggas' just be talkin'
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| Don’t know what they talkin' bout
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| I think they just like talkin' just because they got a mouth
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| I’mma put some' in their mouth that’s gon' cut that talking out
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| Put them guns in they mouth like «what that shit you talkin bout'?» |