| Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP
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| We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
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| For those of y’all who don’t know what a mosh pit is
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| It’s just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers
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| gettin' the shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what
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| I’m sayin?
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| Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
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| Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
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| Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
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| Its the Juice, up in the club
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| So raise your set high in the air and show me love
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| We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere
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| Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear
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| We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
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| We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
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| We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
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| So if you scary get your ass up out of here
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| Now show them golds, and swing them bows
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| Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes
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| We got that danger, built for a stranger
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| Your boys scared to fuck with us but I don’t blame 'em
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| They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
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| Roll with them punches motherfucker don’t run
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| Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
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| Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)
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| Refrão
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| Here I come, an only son
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| I’m goin' straight out the ghetto to number one
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| I’m gettin' higher, I’m on fire!
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| So all you haters better get ready to retire
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| I’m on the scene, I keep it mean
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| I went from having no chedder to bling bling
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| I got some ice, I’m never nice
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| And I’m a killer so don’t make me say it twice
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| Straigh |