| Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms
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| Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
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| You know what I do, I get straight to the mula
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| Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
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| I’m reppin' Young Mula, Gudda times two, I
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| Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
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| Now I got two large accounts
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| Where money stacks in large amounts
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| What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
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| 'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out
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| Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let’s spark it out
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| Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out
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| Yeah, you know what I’m sippin', purple got me trippin'
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| Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
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| I’m on South Beach chillin' and I’m tryin' to fuck every hottie
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| Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
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| You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody
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| In the rap game, so it’s, «Fuck everybody»
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| Married to the MOB, bury you alive
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| My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God
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| And I came in this bitch with my niggas
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| Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah
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| I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing
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| Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins
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| I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin' to it
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| Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it
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| I go tough, I go stupid
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| Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
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| Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks
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| Fuckin' right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies
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| Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces
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| We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless
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| Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis
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| I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig?
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| I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig
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| Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
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| We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did
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| Shit, three words you never hear? |
| «Let him live»
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| I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
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| I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
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| Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
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| Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait
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| Yeah |