| 2 door with the roof it’s panoramic
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| Pull up on yo block these hoes like «Goddamnit»
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| Dope boy fresh these niggas won’t understand it
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| Money the root of evil but nigga that is my language
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| Nigga don’t let me panic I’m toting my automatic
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| I’m tooled up ain’t no mechanic, anybody can have it
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| Who wanna play with a nigga who got that cabbage?
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| The flow so crack, the plug he speak spanish
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| Cocaine crack the brick it gon vanish
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| Pyrex boy I whip it on to a crackhead
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| Dope boy fresh but all of my niggas savage
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| And if you ain’t know my plug is Hispanic
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| My plug is Hispanic
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| My plug is Hispanic
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| I told you my money my language I know you can’t understand it
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| My plug is Hispanic
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| My plug is Hispanic
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| Nigga I make it vanish you wan’t it well you can have it
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| I got a Mexican plug, he from overseas, he fuck with the keys
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| He send 'em in 3's they front them to him, he front em to me
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| I get the work gone, you know how that go, my shit for the low
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| I stunt on the block, diss it and flip it and then I go back to the store
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| I trap hard even on Sundays
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| Bunch of young niggas bout gun play
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| They say I only end up one way
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| Like fuck it, shit, you gotta die one day
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| I ball so hard I can’t miss
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| Posted on the block on the same shit
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| I don’t go in till the work gone
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| So you might see me out with the same fit
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| But you’ll never see me out with the same bitch
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| Red beam on the Glock so I can’t miss
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| I just gotta cock it back and then aim this
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| Broke boy I don’t speak yo language
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| And my plug fuck with me cause he know I make it vanish
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| And he speak Spanish my plug is Hispanic
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| I can be yo West Indian plug
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| I’m also from overseas where niggas believe
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| That they can just lay on the sand
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| Not knowing they hustling crack on the beach
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| That’s why they losing they teeth
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| Them niggas is hungry looking for beef
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| Grew up in the streets, where everyday they be searching for something to eat
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| You know how niggas get when they ribs touching
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| Quick to go and hit the kill button
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| Rob a bank or they just moving dope
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| Even if it’s just a lil something
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| Regular job you been working but you can’t quit cause them bills coming
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| Few of my boys done been on the run since I was a youth and they still running
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| Sensimilla ain’t the only thing they hustling on the corner
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| But when you come down to St. Thomas you good
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| Cause all of them man is my partner
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| Kadafi and Sebo yeah, that’s that island boy cartel
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| Lil Bibby and Rock City we run shit, you can’t tell? |