| Yeah, bitch
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| I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
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| Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
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| Rich muhfucka, wit no class
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| Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
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| Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin' O’s, yeah
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| Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium
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| I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man
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| If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
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| I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell
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| Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
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| Have both my lungs like oh shit
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| I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
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| Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school
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| Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
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| Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
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| Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole
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| Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though
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| Burn a little wax, no candle
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| I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
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| They know I never try to hide like Camo
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| We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo
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| And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
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| And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
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| 24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
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| Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil' Kurt
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| Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday, no Big Worm
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| 30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
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| I been around like a merry-go
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| I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal
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| I ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no
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| We ain’t really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on
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| Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O!
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| I don’t know ya, EST, I’m a soldier
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| All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh
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| Master my P’s so cut the head off a cobra
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| I’m in tip-top shape, yup
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| If I want it, I could get ya taste girl
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| Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
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| Everything about me going way up
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| I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
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| Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
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| I’m a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it
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| Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I’m seeing that
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| And me, I’m eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat,
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| by the pocket yeah
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| Bitch don’t get it twisted, I been poppin on the low
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| I’m underground wit it, nigga you ain’t got a clue
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| I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
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| And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth
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| Young nigga got
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| Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
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| Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
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| Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
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| Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
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| I am from the land till I D-I-E
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| If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
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| And a big bag of that OG
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| Price so low you would swear I wit the police
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| If she come wit me, she ain’t comin back
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| Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack
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| Run up on me if you want I’ll tell you to, I’ll run it back
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| I wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that
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| I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts
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| 100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
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| God bless the track niggas
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| I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it
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| Like I’m up at Saks wit it
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| Young Kyrie with the shot
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| Young Don Juan, what you thought?
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| Take her up top, then I let her drop
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| I’ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball |