| Bitch
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| We going in mane, let’s go
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| Bitch
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| Mane, I’m still trippy, I’mma always stay motherfucking trippy
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| Always. |
| pussy
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| Now we won’t beef about nothing 'less money’s involved
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| All we call is goons, never call the law
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| Paper over pussy, money over broads
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| We ain’t athletic, but all we do is ball
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| I got 80 million dollars in the bank account, top that
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| 20 cars in the garage, nigga top that
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| 20 bitches want a bone, top that
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| Magic City, pulling strippers out my top hat
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| Whatever you want, Juicy can supply
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| Want to smoke on some dope? |
| Juicy got that fire
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| Straight out of North Memphis, killers and pimping
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| We straight gangsta over here, ain’t no Richard Simmons
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| The only Simmons that we talking about is them Russells
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| 40 years in the game, million in them duffels
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| Forever stacking them chips, them bags are rufffles
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| Forever packing them clips, for rats and busters
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| If shit was money, then I’m full of shit
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| If money dirty, then I’m filthy rich
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| I’m the god father, you sons of a bitch
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| Keep running your mouth, I’m gon' run up in your bitch
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| Now we won’t beef about nothing 'less money’s involved
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| All we call is goons, never call the law
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| Paper over pussy, money over broads
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| We ain’t athletic, but all we do is ball
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| I never took no hand outs, hustle on my own
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| Errthang I own, me and Miss Jones
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| Flying over seas in a G6
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| Bumping G6, money getting, Three 6
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| I got a big gun to cut you into pieces
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| Or I just might use my fist and leave you teethless
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| Fuck a forest fire, I keep the trees lit
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| Dom Pérignon, european bitch
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| I don’t fuck with beef, unless you want it
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| I done warned you, I got a army
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| You invited to a killer party, you on the guest list
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| Never personal, bitch
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| Now we won’t beef about nothing 'less money’s involved
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| All we call is goons, never call the law
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| Paper over pussy, money over broads
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| We ain’t athletic, but all we do is ball
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G
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| Now you get to meet a G, now you get to meet a G (Let's go)
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| I am not Hollywood, but I smoke on holly good
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| Nigga still talking shit, tell their bitch to suck my dick
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| I got money, you got nothing, you see me, I be stunting
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| Four 15″, I be bumping, no more room in my trunk
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| I keep hash in my blunt, test my gangsters, meet my pump
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| Niggas peeping out their window
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| Chevy smoked out from all that endo
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| Trying to get a bitch, looking for a straight nympfo
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| Looking for a new plug, let me get your info |