| I’m sippin' codeine, not the beer
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| These chandeliers drip off my ear
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| I got the juice, Mr. Pure
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| I walk in and then the bitch cheer
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| I make these hoes smile ear to ear
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| They like look at this nigga here
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| My ice had her stuck like a deer
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| These niggas ain’t non but some queers
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| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
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| I count up until my thumb broke
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| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
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| That’s something they already know
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| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
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| I count up until my thumb broke
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| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
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| That’s something they already know, they already know
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| Already know I got straps
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| Already know I got racks
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| Already know I got packs
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| I really been in the trap
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| I really ran thru them sacks
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| I got 2−9 warren sap
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| I fuck your bitch from the back then
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| I burn her head like my back end
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| Losing count its gettin depressing
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| These memphis hoes love me like Elvis
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| I might change my last name to Presley
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| Can’t fall in love cause I’m too selfish
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| She give me face just like a selfie
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| This lean got me peircey R. Kelly
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| My niggas, they rolling like kelly
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| They air force stomping like Nelly
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| I’m sippin' codeine, not the beer
|
| These chandeliers drip off my ear
|
| I got the juice, Mr. Pure
|
| I walk in and then the bitch cheer
|
| I make these hoes smile ear to ear
|
| They like look at this nigga here
|
| My ice had her stuck like a deer
|
| These niggas ain’t non but some queers
|
| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
|
| I count up until my thumb broke
|
| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
|
| That’s something they already know
|
| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
|
| I count up until my thumb broke
|
| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
|
| That’s something they already know, they already know
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| Already know I got hittas
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| Already know I pull triggers
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| Already know I’m that nigga
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| Already know you ain’t no killa
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| All this ice make your bitch shiver
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| Promethazine eating my liver
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| You know how I rock just like Jigga
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| Stacking jacksons I’m walkin like thriller
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| That’s something you already know
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| Bankroll so big need ya bulge
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| My niggas they come take ya
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| My niggas they is so bold
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| Run with my friends pourin fo’s (4's)
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| You ain’t my friend you a foe
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| I run this shit ya you know it
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| Call me lil Glock Jesse Owens
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| I’m sippin' codeine, not the beer
|
| These chandeliers drip off my ear
|
| I got the juice, Mr. Pure
|
| I walk in and then the bitch cheer
|
| I make these hoes smile ear to ear
|
| They like look at this nigga here
|
| My ice had her stuck like a deer
|
| These niggas ain’t non but some queers
|
| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
|
| I count up until my thumb broke
|
| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
|
| That’s something they already know
|
| I bring out them racks, yeah you know
|
| I count up until my thumb broke
|
| I’m strapped up just like G.I. |
| Joe
|
| That’s something they already know, they already know |