| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah
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| Yeah
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| If I say that I got it, then damn it, I got it
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| I’m lookin' like Percy to niggas, they know I’m 'bout it
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| I really ain’t talkin' to niggas, I’m movin' in silence, ayy
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| All of my cheese in lump sum, need all of my cottage, look
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| Look at my wrist, it ain’t nothin' there
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| I can make ratchet look debonair
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| Say that they ball but ain’t got a pair
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| I got the moves like I’m Fred Astaire
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| West Sides dubs up, yeah, gettin' my dubs up, yeah
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| Lsat of the real, look at my team, really who fuck with us? |
| Yeah, wait
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| Six rings, yeah
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| Six rings, six rings, ayy
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| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah
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| Bitch, I started goin' hard way before y’all agreed to this shit |
| And the car push to start but we still got keys in the whip, yeah
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| It seem like all niggas fraud and these broads be believin' this shit
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| I gotta ball with my dawgs 'fore I ever trick-or-treat with a chick, look
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| My young nigga got a stick, he can fit fifty-three in the clip, dawg
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| My lil' brother look just like me, you know that my mini-me with the shit, dawg
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| NBA the lifestyle, niggas got twenty P’s, finna lift off
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| That nigga said he had a hit, I heard it and it sounded like it was a bit off
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| I’m the one these niggas bit off
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| That boy puppy, I’m a big dawg
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| All these niggas look a bit soft
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| Boy, all that drip you had done dripped off
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| And why your woman in the crowd reachin' for my balls?
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| This is not a tip-off
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| And if I like it then I wear it, cop a couple pairs
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| Bitch, I feel like Rick Ross
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| Why they actin' like I ain’t the guy
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| They been hatin' but I ain’t surprised
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| Heard that money counted and I came alive
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| Nigga try to play, gotta pay the price
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| Heard your music, that shit ain’t suffice
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| This shit come easy, it’s a way of life |
| I do what I like, I never take advice
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| I got sick of ramen, now it’s steak and rice, nigga
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| Six rings, yeah
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| Six rings, six rings, ayy
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| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah
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| Six rings like I had six wives
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| I been up straight like six nights
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| Lil' homie poured up like six Sprites
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| Keep your head up, nigga, get right
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| I been on green light, green light
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| Smokin' on green like I won’t be needin' my lung
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| And I don’t feel no pain when I’m bleedin', I’m numb
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| All for the gang, what you need? |
| What you want?
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| Know the code, street politics
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| I got problems and it’s not a bitch
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| Fake body so she counterfeit
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| Love it when them niggas doubtin' it
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| Yeah that’s food for the flame
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| I just be doin' my thing |
| I don’t need to be verified
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| They don’t see this shit as clear as I
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| One thing’s for certain, we here to die
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| Pushin' the limits
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| Don’t need permission to go out and get it, the world is mine
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| Put in work and beat the paradigm
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| Bookin' niggas for a pair of dime
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| But I changed, I’m a man now
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| Need rings on my hand now
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| Feel broke with a band now
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| Shots fired, that’s a man down
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| Hope them niggas understand now
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| Don’t be playin' like you can’t drown
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| I’ma just be where I need to be
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| These niggas lookin' for easy street
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| I learned some lessons from Eazy E
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| They can’t be pickin' my pockets
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| Okay, I get it, I got it
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| I need some blue in my wallets
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| I need some newer deposits
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| You spend your money at Follies
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| I’ma be stackin' the profit
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| 'Cause I need six rings
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| Six rings, yeah
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| Six rings, six rings, ayy
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| Six rings, six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my, whoa, shit
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty |
| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings, feelin' like Jordan
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| Keep me a shooter, Rob Horry
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| Six rings all for my shawty
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| Six rings all for my shawty, yeah |