| Go chubby boy, make the block hot
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| Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
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| I’m the reason why them niggas cookin all of that crack
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| I’m the reason why that nigga gotta gun in yo back
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| I’m the season, why, pimpin gotta step out fly
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| When you do it how you do it, don’t you do it so tight
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| Cause I told you, set you down, hold you
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| 2 million, 3 million, 4 million showed you
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| Crackin gator boots, platinumized boots
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| Dr. Pepper can colored turbo coupes
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| Homie pimpin' is alive and it’s doin so well
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| Homie pimpin' puttin big long dick in ya gal
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| Still Chevrolet doors, mink on the floors
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| And the bank account nigga filled wit so many o’s
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| Nobody rush me off, nigga dust me off
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| I’m a motherfucking pimp playa trust me dawg
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| Jam hoes in lambo’s outside of the club
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| Than step up in that thing and tell them niggas what’s up
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| Go chubby boy, make the block hot
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| Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
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| I got a brand new benz and it’s heiniken green
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| In the front license plate read pussy machine
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| The most beautifulest thing shorty you’ve ever seen
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| Pimpin sew it where you show it nigga fresh and so clean
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| I’m the reason why young niggas up they game
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| Plenty many bad bitches say they glad I came
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| I’m a legend in the bricks, playa check it fa real
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| Downtown mean mug nigga hard ta kill
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| Shorty shinnin ain’t nuttin but a lil bitty thang
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| Three-hundred sixty-five diamonds beamin up in the ring
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| I’m the man girlfriend, got more money than them
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| Lea, Paul, Lil Carl and that nigga wit them
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| Oh so called «D» boy, stunnin fu gazy
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| In the hood say your lil girl look like baby
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| I’m the reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
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| Right white one’s playa wit the shirt and the fittie
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| Go chubby boy, make the block hot
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| Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop
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| When I come through your city they go who is that
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| Young fella pimpin yella in a yellow Maybach
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| Nigga I came to show my chain, hardcore to the bling
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| Playa let’s go inside where the bitches at
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| Let me see it, pussy nigga, couldn’t be it
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| If ya get it like ya say ya get it, nigga 10 a ki it
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| Cut the whole cake down, flood out the town
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| Service cocaine, rogaine, x and that brown
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| Buy the new 7 playa, push on them hatas
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| Step out witcha left out, homie steppin in gators
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| I ain’t reppin crystal that’s a bunch of bullshit
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| Y’all ain’t give a nigga nuttin', suck a niggas dick
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| Than I open up my coat let her see what I tote
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| If a nigga feelin frog than it’s murder she wrote
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| Hotter than Maimi in the month of July
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| Got your girl dick ridin', chubby boy still fly
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| Go chubby boy, make the block hot
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| Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop |