| ok, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money
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| Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan
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| Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks
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| Hollywood shotgun, watch me make you act up Saints cap, new car, paint that if it aint black
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| Red light, press a button, make the top think back
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| That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet chu open up High yellow women with her hair to her ass
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| Bring her home, f-ck her like a belt den I crash,
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| And when it comes to head, I get dat head of the class
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| I got them green backs like I laid on the grass
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| Lucci be my n-gga, the east is up the building
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| Young Mula bait, the blanks already filled in Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
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| Weezy baby n-gga I aint just good muthaf-cka Im.
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| Im Goooooood
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| Im Goooooood
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| Im Goooooood
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| (Hehe No Ceilings)
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| Im Goooooood
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| Im Goooooood
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| Yea,
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| still no job b-tch, but I aint hurtin'
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| phone still ringin' so I’m still workin'
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| got coke for a starters drink if you still slurpin'
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| even got a couple pills if your back hurtin'
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| uhhh, they call me Mister Pharmaceutical,
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| I’m getting money every time I’m in the studio,
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| i’m getting money b-tch even when I do a show,
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| I get the money even if I have to sue a hoe,
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| thats how the game go eastside play it cold,
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| we love the new coupes, we love the necks froze,
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| you couldnt beat me if you could,
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| Weezy baby, Lucci Lou and we goood… |