| Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer
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| Trap girl on my phone
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| She like, «What's the matter?"(What's the matter)
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| Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer
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| She like bae I’m at the store
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| What you want? |
| You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
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| With a scale I’m going hammer
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| Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras
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| Phone charging in my Monte Carlo
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| Pull up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo
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| Percielago, new Camaro open full throttle
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| Buying pints, check the seal, it’s a full bottle
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| BWA, Bread Winners Association
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| In my trap on the couch like my leg’s broke
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| Catching sells, ain’t no way I could be dead broke
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| Let him in, shut the burglar, lock the deadbolt
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| Nigga try I got that iron, make your head smoke
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| Kitchen or whipping can’t be like whatchamacallit
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| Work be fucking retauded
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| That’s what my customers call it
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| Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self
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| Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy wet
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| Broke a block down to rocks
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| Slowly picking my weight up
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| In the drop selling ounces
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| If you want weight you can wait up
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| Ain’t been asleep in 3 days
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| My nickname should be Stay Up
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| Fuck the club and the mall, right now I’m stacking my cake up
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| Fuck you hoes I could jack off, I don’t play break up to make up
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| You other niggas had your turn you play your face then get ate up
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| (Don't wanna get killed)
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| Don’t make us, send you straight to your maker
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| Bought my paper, my paper, might step out on occasion
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| Just heard Tyiesha getting married
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| Here’s a congratulations
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| Invited me on vacation, reception out in Jamaica
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| Quarterback that play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
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| In a world of bad bitches, don’t pass them by the car hating |