| I said we do what we do what we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| I said we move what we move when we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| P.O. |
| roll me blunts, me blunts
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| Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
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| Waiting for the day they’ll free Al P
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| The Trey pound let off like, thunder you never heard of
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| Know I had to slap a lil' mustard on the burger
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| Murder, bullets turn ya insides to Gerber
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| Furthermore, promise to never love a whore
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| I was little big like Napoleon
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| Heard you did a lil' freestyle for Nickelodeon
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| No jail ain’t gon' hold me in
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| I was shipped out, 10 times shackled to the limbs
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| I managed to keep a pair of Timbs
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| Head cooked, fuck with fed grand, get ya head took
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| Simple and plain, they said I’ll never rap again
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| Pack the Mac again cause there’s beef with these bitch niggaz from BK
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| Wavy is a cliche, he say, she say
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| Fuck all the small talk, he spray, we spray
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| I’m 'bout to hit Boardwalk, Park Place
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| Got it already just a couple more rolls of defeat
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| Biggaveli you too street
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| Two seats left in the back of the Sedan, the trucks is colory
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| Drops like candy, handy whores wanna soothe and spoil me
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| Made frosty, the cock is cholesterol-free
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| Lil' ma, come and get a lick, you can have some
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| I ain’t like that, I’m goin' but I’ll be right back
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| Light that sour up, put it in the air
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| Fuck is you niggaz talkin', it’s Gain Greene, yeah
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| I said we do what we do what we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| I said we move what we move when we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| P.O. |
| roll me blunts, me blunts
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| Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
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| Waiting for the day they’ll free Al P
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| Lungs fulla sour, cup fulla liquor
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| The hood got love for a nigga
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| Coke wave, macaroni with the cheese
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| Fly by, new ride, that’s 100 G’s
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| Bitch please, my style aqua, Southpaw
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| Still make it rain nigga, indoor, outdoor
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| South Shore beach house where Max bring the freaks out
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| French Montana sellin' seats out
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| You can’t black-ball me, weak nigga
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| My money long, you’ll be counting it for weeks nigga
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| You see them undercovers, watching us wired
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| You was home undercovers, watching The Wire
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| Messiah, CT, riding a Z3, blurrin' niggaz, my shit 3-D
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| I’m a beast in the streets where I lay my head
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| Them 5 G’s, them.G.'s, place ya dead
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| I said we do what we do what we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| I said we move what we move when we want, we want
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| Want, we want, want, we want
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| P.O. |
| roll me blunts, me blunts
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| Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
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| Waiting for the day they’ll free Al P |