| I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
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| Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
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| At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down
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| I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out
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| She know I’m the hottest in the town
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| I can go to the bank and pull it out
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| Baby got the hottest in the town
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| I’m with a whole bunch of Crips
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| Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson
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| Pants, yeah, they fat as books
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| We Death Row shit, call us Suge
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| Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
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| I’m doin' all that it take
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| I put these fishes on the bait
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| Say she got love and affection
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| Baby girl, wait
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| I put this pain on you, put these rings on you, put that beam on you
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| Can’t save homie, he gon' bang on you
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| They fucked them kidneys up, they put the lean on it
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| Fuck the drip up, double C on me
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| My wrist wet like it rain on it
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| Rover white, but I switched the paint on it
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| I might catch arthritis with these rings on me, yeah, yeah
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| My name Lil Keed, but I’m a big dawg
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| Came from the bottom but my money real tall
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| I got hoes in the North and the South
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| You say you the nigga but you not big dawg
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| Yeah, I picked a band, that was not Migos
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| Lookin' for the bag, no Finding Nemo
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| Stick shootin' flames so he burnt like toast
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| I’ma take a bow
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| Yeah, real high, in the clouds
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| Not worried 'bout your boy gettin' clout
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| Yeah, I get high like a pilot, shit, I can’t come down
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| No, I’m not saying vows
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| Yes, baby girl, lose the vowels
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| Yes, girl, you can blow up with me, just stay down
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| I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
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| Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
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| At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down
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| I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out
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| She know I’m the hottest in the town
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| I can go to the bank and pull it out
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| Baby got the hottest in the town
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| I’m with a whole bunch of Crips
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| Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson
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| Pants, yeah, they fat as books
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| We Death Row shit, call us Suge
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| Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
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| I’m doin' all that it take
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| I put these fishes on the bait
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| Say she got love and affection
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| Baby girl, wait
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| All you had to do was stay down
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| Smokin' big bags, deuce deuce
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| Yeah, I blow a whole lot of bands on the lil' ho, she make me proud
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| Yeah, blow a lot of bands on my ho, and that’s no doubt
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| Yeah, blow a lot of bands on that bitch, then fuck her mouth
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| Yeah, Percocet-10 on me, now a nigga focused
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| Say you got a man, baby girl, come with me, focus
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| Say you got a date, baby, girl, come with me, focus
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| Yeah, I spent a whole lot of bands on a diamond choker
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| I’m goin' wild, I’m the Joker
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| These niggas jokes, Chris Tucker
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| Opps, we smoke 'em like Smokey
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| Bands in my pants, yeah, they poking
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| These niggas rats, Ratatouille
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| I don’t need no license just to tote it
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| I’ma freestyle, never wrote it
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| I’m from the Ave, know I was chosen
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| I’m from Atlanta
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| We pour the fours in the Fanta
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| Whole lot of red like a scandal
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| Free Unfunk out the slammer
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| Free Big Dre out the slammer
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| I’ma respect, I got manners
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| He sayin' he slime, who stamped him?
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| We’ll slime his ass out, okay
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| I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
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| Ain’t talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
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| At your bitch house, Givenchy’ed down
|
| I’m goin' deep, she pushin' out
|
| She know I’m the hottest in the town
|
| I can go to the bank and pull it out
|
| Baby got the hottest in the town
|
| I’m with a whole bunch of Crips
|
| Shit, feel like I’m on Slauson
|
| Pants, yeah, they fat as books
|
| We Death Row shit, call us Suge
|
| Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
|
| I’m doin' all that it take
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| I put these fishes on the bait
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| Say she got love and affection
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| Baby girl, wait |