| Gudda!
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| Yeah
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| I’mma cash out on the AP, new freezer
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| The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers
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| I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux’s
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| She tried to order a sloppy joe
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| I told her give me some sloppy toppy
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| Then let her know she a sloppy ho
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| Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti
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| Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari
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| 260 the dash, I smoke anybody
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| 150K cash, it fit in my pocket
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| This is that D6, shout out to Drizzy in the 6
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| Mafia like it’s the Three 6
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| Choppers make niggas do B-flips
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| Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse
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| Burn niggas like a freak bitch
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| Flip and turn you like a key switch
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| 'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with
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| Yeah, only time will tell, nigga
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| I sat back and tried to tell niggas
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| If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga
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| D-triple-6, I’m raisin' hell, nigga
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| Death wish, death wish, death wish
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| I come to fulfill your death wish
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| First I must refill my beverage
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| That’s promethazine, sold separate
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| That’s from Texas, she’s from who knows
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| I got new doors I ain’t step in
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| I got new hoes I ain’t hit yet
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| I ain’t hit yet? |
| Time is precious
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| I got pre-rolls I ain’t lit yet
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| I got pre-thoughts I ain’t think yet
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| I got money I ain’t see yet
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| And they wan' know why I ain’t blink yet
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| I got big bags in my book bag
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| Make me walk around like Hunchback
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| Diamonds so bright on my one hand
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| Gave all five fingers a sun-tan
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| Haters upset, that’s a fun fact
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| I got pussy in my lunch bag
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| I got soap and I got towels
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| Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths
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| I got hoodies that say 'Young Money'
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| I got bitches that steal them from me
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| They go home and then they send pictures
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| To my phone with nothing under it
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| What am I to do? |
| I’m lovin' it
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| I run a bad-ass bitches company
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| That’s my company, my bitches humble me
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| I saw your bitches, that was comedy
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| I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy
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| I got the chemistry, and the amenities
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| Up in my bedroom, holding assembly
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| They leave feelin' good; |
| physically, mentally
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| Meditate, meditate; |
| think about yesterday
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| Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday
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| I can’t do everyday, I could do very late
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| Just hit me up and now go check my resume
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| Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith
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| I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates
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| She think I’m Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin
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| But I forget everything
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| Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff
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| I’m finna pour it up, I’m finna stir it up
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| If I had a heart it’d be a purple one
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| Pockets too fat, I’m pulling my girdle up
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| Shots of Bumbu, I’m finna serve 'em up
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| I got them comfy and kind and courteous
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| I put the old bodies in the new freezer
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| Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit |