| Let’s get 'em
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| Yeah
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| Dezzie by my arm reach, Palm Beach
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| Poland Spring, Gain Green is the army
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| Calmly walking to the courtroom, head high
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| Thinkin' to myself, Louis cover my red eyes
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| Dear lord help me, Jesus could be my savior
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| Major, bitches say my cock got flavor
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| I got so much (much) paper, I decide to fuck it up
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| Drive a big wheel and my truck is cut
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| Cop a 5th of Creezly, sour, got the deezly
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| Shouts my guy from '89, shouts to my baby-moms
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| Shouts to my lawyers, employers, Uncle Mook from OFO
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| Kept a nigga rowin', help him flow the boat
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| Help me roll the smoke, hit the DJ, tell him play some Max B
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| Could do a couple million if ya ask me
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| Actually, I’m intact with my faculty
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| Max in back of me in the car seat, jog street
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| Used to be whipped up, I remember them days like yesterday
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| With one bar, I can take ya breath away
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| Two bars’ll captivate, and hear the third bar, shit get crazy
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| And by the fourth bar, you’ll be wavy
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| Momma made me, I’m a baby, third youngest out the four of us
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| I remember the tour bus, all of us, Georgia
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| Shorties’ll hop in Florida, searchin' for a wave
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| Now dammit look and we all stuck
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| More sluts continue to support me, never been to Fort Lee
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| I was out playing horsie
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| Now I roll couragely, bossly, I ain’t tryna sit in that cell
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| I rather be havin' orgies
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| Owwww |