| Walkin' dripped out, you see the details
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| I got water on me, drippin' like a seashell
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| I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, «Oh, well»
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| When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my Nextel
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| What you gon' do when you make it?
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| 'Lot of people change when it comes to being famous
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| Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
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| I’m a rich nigga, I won’t fuck her if she basic
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| She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin'
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| Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I’m Jason
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| Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I’m dream chasin'
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| I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
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| Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
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| Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
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| If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
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| Don’t care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
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| And I’ma boss up on any occasion
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| Young nigga poppin' tags
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| Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let’s go
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| Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
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| And he sellin' out shows, you know
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| I’ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
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| Tryna snatch it, take your brain
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| Big smoke nigga, you ain’t never help your mans
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| Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
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| You a ho, nigga, and I’m livin' by the code
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| I got hoes down the road, when I’m bored sell my soul
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| Hear me on the radio, girl, I’m in my glow
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| I got money and the flow, it look like I’m sellin' dope
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| Why your baby-daddy broke? |
| That nigga is a joke
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| I should probably put him on, but I probably really won’t
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| Call Stan send a boat, the gang stay afloat
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| Got bread by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast
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| I’m too nice with this
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| She wanna come suck, I told her, «Come ride the dick»
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| My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit
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| You fuck around, get clapped, tryna high five and shit
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| I don’t wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it
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| You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid
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| I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid
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| Done livin' average, the truth was in my music
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| Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I’m Jason
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| Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I’m dream chasin'
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| I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
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| Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
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| Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
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| If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
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| Don’t care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
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| And I’ma boss up on any occasion
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| Young nigga poppin' tags
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| Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let’s go
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| Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
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| And he sellin' out shows, you know
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| I’ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
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| Tryna snatch it, take your brain
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| Big smoke nigga, you ain’t never help your mans
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| Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
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| You a ho nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, that’s why you a ho nigga, yeah
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| Why you a ho nigga, yeah
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| Why you a ho, yeah
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| All we got nigga |