| Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do'
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| Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back
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| Squed up, squed up, fuck y’all
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| Listen
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| Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs
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| About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs
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| We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes
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| Spittin game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain
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| All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain’t dro we don’t want it
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| Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it
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| Droopy high come see the future, we livin for the moment
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| Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it
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| And everybody know you fuck up, we killin ya
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| The whole club familia' with my familia
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| Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow where I go
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| I ain’t got nothing for them but a dick and a taco?
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| And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap
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| put yo eyes right when you lap me
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| And I ain’t come to sign shit, unless it’s a bar tappin
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| I ain’t takin no pictures unless I’m palmin' her ass
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| Where the fuck y’all?
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| Let the thugs in the club, show us love
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| Show us love, let the thugs in the club
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| Let the thugs in the club, show us love
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| Show us love, let the thugs in the club
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| L.A. let the thugs in the club
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| A-T-L let the thugs in the club
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| Chi-town let the thugs in the club
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| Let the thugs in the club, show us love
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| I like shinin' but dogg I’m in love with thuggin
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| I like clubbin but I get off when I’m beefin and bustin
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| I got a Bentley, Beamer', Benz, Lex
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| Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin on 'sess
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| I got a roley, matter fact bout three or fou'
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| Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show
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| Niggas know all the trouble that come with me
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| Niggas know it ain’t the bluffet that come from me
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| Me and my click draw party every week at them crib
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| For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live
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| keep it real for the block and chill
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| Yeah I’m happy and wha cuz I got a few mill'
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| Don’t thank I won’t steal, wrap the K and kill
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| Don’t thank I won’t say-uh a bird and crush the pills
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| When it’s time to bling, nigga I bling
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| When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn thang!
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| Yo, yo
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| Now it ain’t no secret that I’m slangin and bangin
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| And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin
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| It’s Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I’m claimin
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| And I’m in already, so my colors is flamin
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| It’s for the project bitches who be backin it up
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| And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin it up
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| And no matter where you from, represent yo city
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| If you a ghetto get crunk, if you’s a diddy get chicky
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| Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue
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| Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move
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| While I buy the whole bar cuz you no one know
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| I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo'
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| I keep it ghetto, gutta, gangsta like a West Coast G
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| The homies trust The Dopeman so we got in free
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| Like a stampede rust through and or we sell
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| Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head
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| Ba, ba, ba, ba!
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| Miami let the thugs in the club
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| New Orleans let the thugs in the club
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| Texas let the thugs in the club
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| Let the thugs in the club, show us love
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| Milwauk let the thugs in the club
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| The Bay let the thugs in the club
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| New York let the thugs in the club
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| Let the thugs in the club, show us love
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| Carolina let the thugs in the club
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| Ohio let the thugs in the club
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| Tennessee let the thugs in the club
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| Detroit let the thugs in the club
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| St. Louis let the thugs in the club
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| DC let the thugs in the club |