| Wake up and smell the coffee
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| It’s a new nigga in town
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| Gotta shake them haters off me
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| You know how Boosie get down
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| I’m anit-social, nigga
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| Don’t fuck with none of you clowns
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| You play some games, nigga
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| Well I got a hundred-some rounds
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| I drop hit after hit, bitch
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| And it’s amazing
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| Jump up in that coochie now Lil Boosie in amazement
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| Ask about me, nigga
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| I live this
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| If it’s coming out my mouth, it’s some real shit
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| A soulja but I like Soulja Boy
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| I can’t dance 'cause I keep a big knot in my pants, straight up
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| You want some freak shit, call me
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| Some beef shit, call me
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| I’m a dog and it’s easy to see
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| I got undeniable talent
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| Undeniable talent
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| Undeniable talent
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| I’m a fool with this rappin'
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| Undeniable talent
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| Undeniable talent
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| Watch me get out
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| When I step off in the room, it’s a full moon
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| The lights on if I got my ice on
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| Lookin' like a king pin, jewelry like Slick Rick
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| Keyshia Cole saw me said, «Boosie, that’s too much shit»
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| Boosie he be thuggin'
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| Hat to the back
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| Rollin' through the trap with the strap in my lap
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| Peter Pan fit, my favorite color green
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| When the camera say action, you see some shit you never seen
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| Bad bitches love me, they want rip me out the frame
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| I make they pussy jump out they draws into my hand
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| Got my name on my chain letting you know it’s me
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| I-10 on my neck, that’s a memory
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| Two cars deep in the chain, Bentley GT
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| But I’ll be damned if that money it gon change me
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| Uncle tell em I’m a beast
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| I got undeniable talent
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| Got it from my big cousin
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| Me and my niggas thuggin
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| Hold Cutlass and flippin' somethin'
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| I’m stackin' on spending money
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| Told you bitch we was comin'
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| Sick santa time, big stuntin' with the fuckin' rims runnin'
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| It’s on tonight if we pop tonight we shut the city down
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| Yeah we smokin' out, keep movin'
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| Blow this shit here by the pound
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| Money out the asshole
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| Got habits like keep the change
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| While you run that shit I peep the game
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| Don’t try me 'cause I keep my thang
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| It’s thug life,
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| Mane I live that G shit daily
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| Two gangstas’ll let ya play me
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| Make money, fuck yall can’t hate me
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| Yeah nigga
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| You better get you some business
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| I got talent like -- and be ducked off chillin'
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| I get pussy like clothes
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| I pick my hoes like fits
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| Some say niggas like golds 'cause they be hollin' bout me
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| I’m on some big boy shit
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| Be in yo city then flight
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| That’s the shit I be likin'
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| Getting sucked up by hoes that’s dykin', nigga |