| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| The Fuck!
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| Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
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| Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
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| Ain’t no more Impalas, foreign push to start up
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| Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
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| Uh, Big Glock, Don’t know what you thought, hoe
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| So much guap, it hurts when I walk, uh
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| Let my money talk, designer to the socks
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| Bitch, I love to floss, look what I just bought, uh
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| Duh, yeah
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| Balling just because
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| Duh, every chain at least a dub
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| Yeah, walking in, I make it flood
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| Duh, in the club I got my slugs
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| With some Crips and Bloods, duh
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| Yeah they show me love
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| Nigga, you’s a scrub, uh, yeah you just a dub
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| Never gave a fuck, yeah, boy you know whats up
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| Pulling in the foreign, uh, duh, you know that’s us, uh
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| Y-yeah that’s me
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| Six chains, Mr. T, uh, yeah
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| You know me
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| Smoking on the Russian Creams
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| «There go Glock», she’s like «man of my dreams», yeah
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| No I’m not, bitch, you ain’t my cup of tea
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| No, I can’t fuck with thot hoes
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| I cannot go
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| Bitches jaw drop, hoe
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| I got them knots, hoe
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| Riding Forgiatos, and dodging pot holes
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| Smoking on gelato, I hit the lotto
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| Cuban links white gold, I-I'm a light show
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| Tennis chains on froze, y-yellow and rose
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| Choppers like the gun show, they legal and stole
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| Hotter than the damn stove, who left the eye on?
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| Diamonds dancing, pop rocks, playing hop-scotch
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| Jumping out my wrist watch, guess how much this cost
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| Could’ve bought a big house, but iced my wrist out
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| Never been a sit down, you’re just a sit down
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| Why these niggas playing, yeah, they know that I’m spraying
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| Bitch, I’ve been the man since I had diapers in my pants
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| I can’t make my mind up on a Wraith or a McLaren
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| Bragging, I’m just saying, bitch, I’m playing with these bands
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| Young nigga poppin, Orville Redenbacher
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| Ice all on my collar, yeah, my money taller
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| Ain’t no more Impalas, foreign push to start up
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| Walk up in the party, pistol in my garment
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| Uh, Big Glock, Don’t know what you thought, hoe
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| So much guap, it hurts when I walk
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| Let my money talk, designer to the socks
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| Bitch, I love to floss, look what I just bought, uh |