| Yeah, back to the squad days
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| Sittin' on the corner of Benson
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| Yeah, let’s take it back to the squad days
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| Sittin' on the corner of Benson
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| Smoke kickin' herb with my henchmen
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| He tryin' to play games and we benched him
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| Scramble your egg with a biscuit
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| Pay me, don’t pay me attention
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| I was 16, did I mention?
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| Trans Am was yellow like Simpson
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| Make the towel spin like a helicopter
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| Sticks out like it’s a helicopter
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| Get a room at the LaQuinta Inn
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| Ball hard with no time object
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| Now I’ma show you what the grind 'bout
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| Wavy baby, I don’t wipe off
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| All-star, I don’t try out
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| Make the play, I don’t strike out
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| Let me tell you something you don’t know about
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| Me and Fee rode to Houston
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| Came back with some jewelry
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| And mowed green in the grow house
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| Pull up, meet me at the IHOP
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| Hell, yeah, why not?
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| Work stashed in the tight spots
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| That’s how I ball like Cyclops
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| Take it back, that’s cute days
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| In the Sharon house, nice coupe days
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| Had red beams for blue rays
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| Had a lot of green for a few graze
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| Big asking for blue heads
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| Had loose cannons, no loose threads
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| Always sharp as number 2 lead
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| Number one when it come to new meds
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| Tattoo tears, few shed
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| Had closed ears for the who said
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| Extra, extra, read all about it
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| Her legs spread, then the news spread
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| Got some goons up in Shrewsbury
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| Turn a grape head to a prune head
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| A snake head to a wound head
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| Some snake heads be two-headed
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| Got two guns for that type of shit
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| Ballin' like we at the Super Bowl
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| Scored a touchdown and just spiked this shit
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| You know the other team, they don’t like this shit
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| Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, here’s the tip
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| Party 'cause we win it every year
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| Players can’t respect better players
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| Ballin' like we in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I’ll start it off with a old Colt girl
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| Link up 'cause you so dope
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| Doughboy 'cause I sold dough
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| No suit, just a gold robe
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| Nigga, who am I? |
| Am I who?
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| All I know, nigga, I ain’t you
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| I just do what I came to do
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| Don’t follow me, just follow through
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| My main bitch tryna tie the knot
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| My side bitch a ringer too
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| I can teach you a thing or two
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| My full circle drug, ring a fool
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| It go left, left, pass
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| Automatic cash
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| Big booty bitch
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| Girl, I’m on your ass
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| All my bitches poppin'
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| We pop up and pop a tab
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| Call me Hoodybaby, I’m the nigga with the bag
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| You got some junk in your trunk
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| Bitch, I’m takin' out the trash
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| Hello?
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| And you droppin' down like a wishing well
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| Don’t mess with these women that kiss and tell
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL
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| I think I play in the NFL |