| mastermind, aggravated with heat, blazin a sweet
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| Sippin' surp and the wine is cheap
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| The game is deep, but I can’t say the game don’t pay
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| You better buy some property and put your money away
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| I ball every day
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| And come through my hood in brand new
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| To each his own, the foolest 3 to the 2
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| Keeping it true and gone off a stick of
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| Player made to the fullest, not really ain’t trippin'
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| Cause everybody know I got that low-low on the chickens
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| Living lavish, having cabbage with love world wide
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| Just some about the Southside that keep me crunk inside, nigga
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| Something about the Southside
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| That makes me wanna act bad
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| Flossing my candy slab |