| My click house go stupid
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| My click house go stupid
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| My click house go stupid
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| My click hou-
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| with my nigga Kevin Gates
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| I remember that boy Gates had that… took a trap on Carolina
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| Bitch going stupid, cameras all around
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| Bitch like, looking like Crenshaw
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| My click house go stupid
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| My click house go stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
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| Click house goin' stupid (Trappin' out the bag)
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| Why these motherfuckers always in the front yard
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| Shootin' dice on the porch, them lil' niggas got them
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| Sale after sale, the cellphones keep clickin'
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| The pots on the stove, the cocaine about finished
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| Killers stone game, I got killer stone wrists
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| OG Boobie Black can make a half a whole brick
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| Racks after racks rubber bandin' up the money
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| I show a lot of love to keep the dope fiends comin'
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| Woah
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| All the cars in the yard, loud loud music
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| Them lil' boys they go hard, them lil' boys stupid
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| Now they call me Bruce Wayne
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| Shout out Ivy Liu Kang
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| I’m like Malcolm, I don’t do chains
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| Dress casual, I can do thangs
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| Pinky rang, grippin' grain, bitch I’m Don Key
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| My favorite favorite mixtape — OG
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| Breadwinner team 'til the day that I die
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| Carolina man spankin', cocaine I supply
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| I’m like Clyde
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| I just glide
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| In the kitchen let it dry
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| Head up murder, I just seen a homicide
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| On that mad man shit like bitch I’m finna die
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| All he got is twenty-five
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| Fuck it — come with twenty-nine
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| I just got a bid from Bibby
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| I let Mills re-compress it
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| I don’t do no water whippin' 'less somebody want some extra
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| Been on springs me and
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| My chick got the text from Birdman on the line
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| Order twenty, 'bout to catch him
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| Fuck the rap I’m trynna trap out’chere
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| But I ain’t see him cheat
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| Got it parked in front the mansion
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| Damn, been like this for weeks
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| Shit I got so many bricks out’chere
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| I ain’t seen a key
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| Compartment on the auto start it
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| I ain’t see him leave
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| Dumb |