| First things first, we been rippin', get it in, Cudder
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| Niggas know the name, it’s none other
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| I know you know me, the double O repper
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| Two stepper, gun toter nana, smoke kusher
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| I know you lovin' how I do it when I switch up the lizzane
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| Skinny niggy niggy in ya city getting chizzange
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| Like I’m Carmelo, meet me in the pizzaint
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| Yammin' on you sucka niggas, yammin' on these ho’s
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| Roll swishers in the whip, I’m dippin' so quick
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| Ask Mel Whiskey mutherfucka, we up in this bitch
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| Ho’s love Cuda, smooth duder, Cudois
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| I am climbing, I am climbing and I know why
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| Y’all know I keep it funky motherfucka, better get it right
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| Get it right, better get it right, get it right
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| And I’ll be rockin' along, zonin' and movin' along, zonin'
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, hey
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| Doin' what I want, no need to front
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| Skinny and tatted the fuck up Aye, pass me the blunts, baby, get up We in this bitch, laxin'
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| Dennis know the game, he in the crowd mackin'
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| All up off the dome, no need to pen it friend
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| Me and my niggas, we gettin' ends again
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| Told my man plain pat, dog ever since day one
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| We gon' get it poppin', that’s what I’m here for
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| If you know me, man, I don’t really worry 'bout a nigga tryna judge
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| Who are you? |
| Judy?
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| Girl, shake a feather
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| Do ya thing 'til you feel right
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| I know you know the name
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| The team we takin' flizzight
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| Y’all know I keep it funky motherfucka, better get it right
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| Get it right, better get it right, get it right
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| And I’ll be rockin' along, zonin' and movin' along, zonin'
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, hey
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| Life, together, we all in together now, hey
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| All in together, all, all baby, we all in together now
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| Life, together, we all in together now
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| All in together, all, all baby, get it all in together now
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| Doin' what I need, hater I’m a-okay
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| How many times I tell 'em we don’t care what people say
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| Even if I do something unruly, I be like
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| «Fuck it nigga, I was probably zooted»
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| Off top, honestly
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| The kush and goose combination harmful G Found my own rhythm while I’m lookin' through my viennas
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| Everybody gon' talk that shit until they see 'em
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| Then they all on my ballsack, word
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| Then I bounce and they sayin' I’m absurd
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| You old jive ass nigga look around
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| Hey you be around, fam, I’m in a cloud
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| Y’all know I keep it funky motherfucka, better get it right
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| Get it right, better get it right, get it right
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| And I’ll be rockin' along, zonin' and movin' along, zonin'
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, hey
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| Y’all know I keep it funky motherfucka, better get it right
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| Get it right, better get it right, get it right
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| Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
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| And I’ll be rockin' along, zonin' and movin' along, zonin'
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, hey
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| And I’ll be rockin' along, zonin' and movin' along, zonin'
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| Hey, yeah |