| Where them thugs at — there they go
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| Where them thug girls at — there they go
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| Where them ballers at — there they go
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| If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up
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| I pull up at the club, drinkin and I’m gettin loose
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| I’m V.I.P. |
| I ain’t thinkin how I’m gettin through
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| I’m chillin with P and I’m actin the fool
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| When your girl see the Tank then I’m snatchin your boo
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| I’m in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
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| My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
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| Yeah — it’s young Drumma, straight from the slums of
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| Where niggas shine to stay on the come up
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| Niggas jealous from the ice on my neck
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| Don’t be alarmed nigga cause I’m nice with the tec
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| Shorty lookin right in her dress
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| When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
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| Yep! |
| I’m the truth, you the other man
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| You think you’re hot but I’ll prove you’re like an oven fan
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| I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
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| Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah
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| You can find us on the block with that rock boy
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| I’m a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
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| Put my name on the ward, I’m a legend like Hook
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| Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
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| Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
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| What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
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| You don’t know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
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| 'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
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| And the game get real, so niggas pack steel
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| When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
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| From the city, where we don’t give a fuck about snitches
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| We in the club V.I.P. |
| finger fuckin some bitches
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| So where them ballers at, shot callers at
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| I’m like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
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| Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
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| And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me? |