| Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
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| At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
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| O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, «Where you goin'?»
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| Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
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| These girls got no personality, they be borin'
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| Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
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| Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I’m explorin'
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| If you ain’t talkin' 'bout no money, I’m ignorin'
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| Nigga, who at the door?
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| O-oh, it’s your whore, now she sayin', «Dami, mi amor»
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| Sh-she wanna come back mañana, I said, «Hold the door»
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| And I been had that bag since I crawled on the floor
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| In and out of Jags when I be on tour
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| I’m a German Shepard, you a Labrador
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| Smokin' on this gas, feel it in my core
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| I’ma stay out the way and then run up my chips
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| Man, these niggas be lame, every week a new diss
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| When I walk out in public, your bitch want a flick
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| And you know I’m up and comin' nigga, KA$H don’t miss
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| Said he gon' slide on me, but he ain’t slide shit
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| I got real street shooters and they alias as shit
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| How you saying you a goon, but you ain’t got a stick?
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| I’ma up it when I see it, I’ma make that shit quick
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| O-oh, your mans died, I could’ve called that
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| Your thot on my line, I’m finna call back
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| Kick in his crib, no mask, fit all black
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| Said he gon' shoot, nigga, where’s your ball at?
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| Nigga, you cappin', 2Pac, nigga, you actin'
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| I can’t fuck with no shawty who be problematic
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| Please don’t try to cross me, I love hittin' traffic
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| I greened out last night, don’t remember what happened
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| Ran up the bands, lil' nigga, then I gotta go
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| Bitch wanna come give me head, then I gotta go
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| Sippin' on red, sippin' lean, sippin' Elmo
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| She wanna get cuffed up, I’m like, «Hell no»
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| Pay for my clothes, say no
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| Movin' the pack on the low
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| Walk in this bitch with Draco
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| Opps in the party, lay low (Yeah)
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| She wanna fuck on the squad
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| I know shawty is a thot, yeah
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| I’ll take her up to the stars
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| Yeah, off this lean, I’m booted up
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| Choppa in my hand, don’t fool with us
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| When I’m up, niggas wanna be cool with us
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| I spend the bag tonight, but tomorrow I…
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| Wake up and run up that sack in the mornin'
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| At nightime, your bitch she on dick and she blowin'
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| O-opp tried to run, Glocky said, «Where you goin'?»
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| Ri-ridin' around in a foreign
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| These girls got no personality, they be borin'
|
| Shawty so bad, said she Salvadorean
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| Took a dive in that kitty, nigga, I’m explorin'
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| If you ain’t talkin' 'bout no money, I’m ignorin' |