| When dem boys hit the corna I’m a gonea
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| When dem boys hit the corna I’m a gonea
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| Like (skerrrrrrr)fuck that sat goodbye to the bad guy
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| (skerrrrrrr)fuck that say goodbye to the bad guys
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| Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4's
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| DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
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| To let you know that it’s hot as cole
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| All around the globe
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| Tippi toes what I’m flickin on
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| Passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr)
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| Fuck that say goodbye to them bad guys
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| I smoke weed till' I die
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| I’m gon stay high
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| Come touch this engin pimpin
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| I been crusin a buck
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| Got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
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| The same story
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| Every day only of guts glory
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| It’s part of yo struggle if it you ain’t got shit for me
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| I gon' hold it down
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| Get my crown and keep only truckin
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| Civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
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| This is some shit that you didn’t think you would ever see
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| But since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be
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| You think we’ll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
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| Now motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis
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| Yeah now they got me in this cell
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| Cuz this crack man I sell
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| In the haven boy this crack sell well
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| I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn'
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| Them po’s hit the con
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| I got gone I had a tone
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| With a big bag of crack
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| Them boy don’t like that
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| So I had to get down like a lack
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| With 4 flats
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| I’m a grayhound
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| I just put the tre down
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| I can’t be on my way down
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| So I’m gon have to put down
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| Ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
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| Ditch the Glock behind the bushes round the block
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| And just like the spinners I will never stop
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| Like bukus and money we don made on the spot
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| I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
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| Every thang we gain is green
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| To the bay
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| Where my boy Lil Wyte stay
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| Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway fuck |