| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ring-ring-ring on your telephone
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| Why the fuck you answer?
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| Bitch you giving dome
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| The type of reason why all y’all hoes all be alone
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| What’s between your legs be bringing a nigga home
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| You lookin' bad
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| I guess you kinda jealous
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| Oh, oh now you mad?
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| Now you feelin' rebellious?
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| Slap the taste outcha mouth and y’all niggas still salty
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| Slap your breath outcha mouth and y’all niggas still talkin'
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| If it wasn’t for the pigs I’d put you back in your place
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| If it ain’t for some recs get these shoes out of my way
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| A nigga want platinum plaques
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| Selling millions be the dream
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| I can’t push it to the limit
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| Tony Montana type of way
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| Baby, I can see the future
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| No funny hats
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| Chasing green and these baes
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| Now I’ll admit that’s with my pack
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| If it wasn’t for the dream that probably wouldn’t be no Bram
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| I should probably change my name from Lou Phelps to Lou Bram bitch
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| A bunch of average niggas from where I’m from
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| Had to stand out from all of 'em (aye)
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| You say you cool but you average
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| Can’t fuck with basic bitches y’all don’t have the total package
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| You say you gettin' money, you know that when you average
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| Hey boy you average, stop even asking
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| If your shit garbage, you know you average
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| You know you-you know you-you know you average
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| So it’s out with the old, in with the new new
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| Shit’s still bueno, boo new, catchin' feeling like it’s U2
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| Swiping like Muggsy Bogues
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| Short niggas know how we do
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| I caught these niggas ballin'-ballin' outta their retinue
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| My big homie they let me hustle on their avenue
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| He ain’t know I be spendin' hunnid on some tennis shoes
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| Got plugs around the city cause they respect what I do
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| Competition acting jealous they want a taste of the truth
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| She want the taste of the juice
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| She want the taste of the king
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| Told her I’ma about to blow
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| Sniff you way out of my lane
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| Yo, maybe it was the chain, maybe it was the watch
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| I had to put my hood on
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| Person on the neighborhood watch
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| Ain’t nobody on my tracks 'cause there ain’t no love out here
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| When I called them into back 'cause there ain’t no love out here
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| Now they blowin' up my phone just like a ticking time bomb
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| Overseas ain’t go time for no international call
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| Basic is a state of mind
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| Ironic how the blind are always leading the blind
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| You said you want your piece but your pieces in pieces
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| If you see with your soul then you’ll recognize what real is
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| If everything is fire then nothing is fire
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| Boy don’t you settle unless it’s average you desire
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| You say you want to make it
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| I don’t say you perspire
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| You claim you’re the plug but I just cut your wire
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| A bunch of average niggas from where I’m from
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| Had to stand out from all of 'em
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| You say you cool but you average
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| Can’t fuck with basic bitches y’all don’t have the total package
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| You say you gettin' money, you know that when you average
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| Hey boy you average, stop even asking
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| If your shit garbage, you know you average
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| You know you-you know you-you know you average
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| You know you-you know you-you know you average |