| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| Yeah, yeah, Glizock
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m in my bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch I just made a bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag yeah, bag a big bag
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| Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah, nigga)
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| I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
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| Thirteen years old, with a shoe box stash
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| I’m always up to somethin', never sitting on my ass
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| Nigga, this Glizock got my skinnys saggin'
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| Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (Pow)
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| Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I tuck a whole lotta shit 'cause I can bag it
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| Bitch my heart cold (Yeah), my last name Moncler
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| My pockets fat swole, no, I don’t eat pears
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| And trappin' ain’t dead (What?), these niggas just queers
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| I’m sippin' color purple syrup, ballin' hard just like the beard, (Swoosh)
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| Yeah and Larry Bird, I’m shootin' shit, I know you heard
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| Ten toes never in no hurry nigga I call shots you heard
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| Money talkin' what’s the word (Brrt, huh, what’s up?)
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| Ayy, I pray but don’t go to church
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| Don’t ask me to steer the verse
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| Can’t trust no ho that’s devil work
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| Yeah, I know the devil work (I know)
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| And I know that nobody is perfect
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| Still can’t trust a bitch, we servin'
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| For real though
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m in my bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch I just made a bag
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| Yeah, bag, yeah, bag yeah, bag a big bag
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| Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah, nigga)
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| I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
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| Thirteen years old, with a shoe box stash
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| I’m always up to somethin', never sitting on my ass
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| Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah)
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| I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
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| Thirteen years old, where to shoot, pow, stash
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| I’m always up to somethin', never sitting on my ass |