| Rolled up with the doors up
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| Niggas say they every worthy, they never showed up
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| I’m the shit, niggas turn there nose up
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| I be with my bread like some cold cuts
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| Everytime I see myself coming up
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| Niggas start hating, what they want from us?
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| I can’t figure out the way they run they mouth
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| Niggas acting like bitches all they wear is blouse
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| Still pouring that purple stuff in my Fanta
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| Got choppers and shooters inside my phantom
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| Strap up if some shit jumped off then I’m bustin'
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| If you make it out, my nigga, you lucky
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| Cause I’m faded and I’m ready
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| And I’m strapped up about my money
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| And these hoes is crazy, still suck the dick after I played them
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| And they know I fucked them and leave them
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| And when I’m in public I clout like I don’t see them
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| And they still love me, when I don’t feed them
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| These bitches is greedy give up after the genie
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| Ferrari switchin' roads
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| Faster than the money coming from the shows
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| Niggas know I paved the way, gave niggas is New Jack City
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| Throw dem racks watch how they react
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| Throw dem racks watch how they react
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| Watch them break there back
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| Throw that ass back
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| They act a fool for them damn racks
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| Throw dem racks watch how they react
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| Throw dem racks watch how they react
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| Watch them break there back
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| Throw that ass back
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| They act a fool for them damn racks
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| Look up that’s me
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| All the way up at the top
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| Maserat |