| You just do you and I just do me
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| I smoke sour, I don’t do E (Yeah)
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| You just move two, I just move three
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| I’m in a, I’m in a new league, I’m in a, I’m in a new V
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| Got that Beamer, the big fo'-do', got that cig' and a big 4−4
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| First nigga move, he gon' get gone, first nigga snooze, he don’t sit long
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| Grand Cru, got a nigga sitting on ice (ice)
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| Biggavel, bitch, I’m so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price
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| I’m a crook, bitch, I’m so right
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| Gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it’s nuthin' bitch
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| Go against that Biggavel I’ll put you on that bucket list
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| Fix him up with suttim' quick, yeah I used to write them bars
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| Had this nigga lookin' good, had this nigga pipin' broads
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| Now this nigga tryna flip (fuck it) like I give a damn
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| Time to get clean, I’m a wash my hands
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| Kept that grease in the won-to pan, man
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| Nigga this that PD3, make your bitch come sleep with me
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| Won’t you let me get them drawers
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| Baby suck my dick and floss
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| Oww
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| Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
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| Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
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| Ride 'em, cops come, I’m gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
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| Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer
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| You are nothing, with no Max B
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| I won’t help you, so don’t ask me (Oww)
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| Where’s my paper, bitch you owe me
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| Chrissy think I’m cute, she wants to blow me
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| Just like the others, they all wanna taste this dick
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| Plus I gotta leave, gotta make that great
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| Too you better leave go play that straight
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| Got this nigga runnin' round like he fuckin' with the Boss Don
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| Nope, bring some smoke, I’m gon' crush him like a roach
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| See what happen when you give a nigga wave, he gon' run with' it
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| Helped you write your only hit, Ballin' was some corny shit
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| Nigga this that new improved 7−60, «Oww, oh why
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| Max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww
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| Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
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| Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
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| Ride 'em, cops come, I’m gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
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| Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer |