| I don’t need no iron, I’m already creased
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| Right down the middle, like from where I be
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| More money than I make more problems for the chief
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| Got these niggas on my heels like some? |
| Loui Bs?
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| I barely get it, swear they smell it on me
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| Got niggas snitchin', damn you tellin' on me
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| That’s why I keep an arsenal of weapons on me
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| So when them tellers come, I won’t be by my lonely
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| Since the beginnin' it’s been dedicated hustle
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| My loyalty ain’t never been up for discussion
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| But niggas lie, and bitches scheme
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| That’s why it’s money over everything, yada’mean?
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| Obey the rules, or take a loss
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| When it’s tricksters watchin', your ass is gettin' caught
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| That’s why I never crinkle when it’s time to walk
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| Cause I’m creased down the middle and I’m heavy starched
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| I don’t need no iron, I’m already kreased
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| I’m already kreased, I-I-I'm already creased
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| I don’t need no iron, I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no money I got mouthpiece
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| I don’t need no iron I’m already creased
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| I don’t need no groupie for a side piece
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| «Gather your blessings, and you will live in peace»
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| That’s what my nigga uncle 40 water said to me!
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| Bitches come at this slicker than these niggas do?
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| Slip you a mickey get you for his rituals
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| Breakin' up naked boxes and some tennis shoes
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| (RAW?) And what’s worse, you don’t remember the interlude
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| That’s why I never trust 'em far as I can smell 'em
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| Let 'em know that I can show 'em better than I tell 'em
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| You bitches will never say that you rob Melvin
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| I said you bitches will NEVER say that you rob Melvin!
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| Sh-sh-sharper than fusion razors are my worst day
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| You talk it, I’m livin' more than what the verse say
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| To all of you bitches thinkin' you can hook, 'k
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| Pay close attention, to what the hook say:
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| I tour around the world without a major deal
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| These other niggas dream it, but I made it real
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| 200 shows a year so many stages killed
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| Got the majors lookin' at me, wanna make a deal!
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| I’m the trendiest topic, got the industry watchin'
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| Wanna talk over lunch, must be talkin' 'bout dollars
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| I politic through the streets like my name was Obama
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| Campaignin' in the game and I’m aimin' to conquer
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| If life’s a bitch, then death’s a dyke
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| You can satisfy 'em both, if you love 'em right
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| Cause I be in the three-way every fuckin' night
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| Countin' up this money not believin' all the fuckin' hype!
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| So I don’t need no iron I’m already creased
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| If I ain’t got no money I got mouthpiece
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| The difference between you niggas comin' out, chief?
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| Cause when it boils down to business it’s all about ME!
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| Yeah that’s the one thing
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| Some niggas solid, some niggas soft, man
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| You can see through some of these niggas cause they transparent
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| You never know man
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| Try to tell motherfuckers right now
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| I stay heavy starched, heavy creased
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| Stay flow’s my pattern man
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| Killer City Missouri
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| Kutt Calhoun, Black Gold |