| Yeah, Southside
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| I go nuts on Southside Beats
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| Baby, okay
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| Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship
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| Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain’t even ask 'em shit
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| Bunny rabbit blow, take a brick and do a magic trick
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| A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backward flip (Yeah)
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| I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
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| I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
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| Cartier on my face with the wood tip
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| Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
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| Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill
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| If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
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| I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
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| I’ma run up them M’s 'cause it’s God’s will
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| How you gon' check me?
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| She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
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| She wanna sex me (Yeah)
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| I had to block her, she know not to text me
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| Comin' at you niggas 3D
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| They gon' put this shit on repeat
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| Everything I say, they repeat
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| Any nigga try to sneak diss
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| I ain’t gon' say nothin' back, yeah
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| I’ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah
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| When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah
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| Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
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| Big nose, hood on the demon
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| Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
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| They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin'
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| They just wanna see me with the leaches
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| Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
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| Courtside, high five the ref
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| Codeine got me talkin' to myself
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| Blowin' up, I’m blowin' out my belt
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| Richest top 5, nah, for real
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| Under 25 before the deal
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| Every time we slide, a nigga kill
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| I just hope the guys get they appeal
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| G5 sittin' in the cell
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| He 'bout to come (Came home)
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| I got this money on me right now
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| I don’t even answer my phone (Put 'em on)
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| I had these bitches in state to state
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| They tryna give me some play (Leave me alone)
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| They know that I ain’t got time to waste
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| I’m tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home)
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| I might just give you a couple of dollars
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| And make sure you good on a model (Good)
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| They know they’ll probably gon' see me again
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| Unless I’m in that new Benz
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| I put the Forgiatos on the car
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| Mickey Thompsons on the truck
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| I got the money, I’m runnin' it up
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| And I’ve been puttin' it up (Them M’s) |