| You know wassup now
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| I stroll through the underworld in my uptowns
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| Til im over the hill
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| I push touch downs
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| It’s over, I’m healed
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| I put my crutch down
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| My vision is clear
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| The central divison is here
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| They should give him a flare
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| Give him a float
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| Then give him the floor
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| Just gimme my ye
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| Gimme a yard
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| I give u a year
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| Lean on the yacht cap/ lean on the yacht cat
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| Gimme ya oars/ gimme your yarn
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| Im rappin the gift
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| And the remedy dog
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| Its what I shimmy down ur chimneys for
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| Money drop
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| Ur pennies from the penthouse
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| Im fifty twenties from the twentieth floor
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| They waitin on the downfall
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| Of a g, like ground floor
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| But ima be like philly blunt
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| Right here like right ear
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| Grindin like ground beef til me and the ground meet
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| I get it crunk
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| Over the hills and through the hoods we go
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| With the F to the I to the A S C O
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| FI-IIIIIIII-ASCO, hey
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| Where ya goin?
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| Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lupe
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| They should break in the company and take him in custody
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| For takin sumthin so basic and makin it uppity
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| So publicly so what if he hold something so stubbornly
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| So grudgingly up in here for something that he does so lovingly
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| From waitin in the basement so humbly so hungrily
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| Now its finna get so ugly, so utterly unpretty
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| So witty and so cunningly is he and there’s no budgin me
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| Its like im next in line, theres no cuttin me
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| And its like I never next to nine
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| I never next in nine, well I never
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| Hold a rifle like motorcycle
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| You know, where bad chicks sit
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| Keep a nine around my waist, like ninja back seat
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| I mean I heat pack, like injured athlete
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| So sit on back, before she get on back
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| Over the hills and through the hoods we go
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| With the F to the I to the A S C O
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| FI-IIIIIIII-ASCO, hey
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| Where ya goin?
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| Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lupe
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| So as long as I’m right here and as long as there’s nike airs
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| We gon' get it on as long as light years
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| Or as long as light’s here, right here
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| You will last as long as a nice pair of white airs with slight care
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| In other words your career as long as dyke hair
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| Keep it right here, y’all ball fades
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| I’m all braids with white hair
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| All man from a cold land like white bears
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| And I don’t wanna go back to the bike chair
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| Then send em back when the back of that dyke’s there
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| It’s Lu, player, well let me back up like endos back of the bikes in the air
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| But this ain’t new years, mac out the window
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| So when you see this player limpin
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| With the passenger tucked, just follow procedure
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| Swallow your pride, and follow the leader
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| Over the hills and through the hoods we go
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| With the F to the I to the A S C O
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| FI-IIIIIIII-ASCO, hey
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| Where ya goin?
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| Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lupe |