| I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
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| I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
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| I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
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| I been that nigga on the corner with the most
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| My dog a shooter please don’t make me send that nigga
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| If he keep talking I’ll make him pin that nigga
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| I been that nigga on the corner, nappy braids and selling hard
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| Now I pull up on 'em bitches, got them texting «Oh my God»
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| I got bitches out in Paris that be texting «Ooh la la»
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| I hit back like, «Who this?» |
| She hit back, «You forgot»
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| Real niggas gon' link up
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| But my H-town pouring drink up
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| Just me and Junior in the brinks truck
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| Doing all this shit we ain’t think of
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| Trying to wild out cause we cranked up
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| I’m blue-dottin that pink stuff
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| Maraj putting that pussy on me
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| Ten bands throw her mink up
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| I got money all in my mind ho
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| What do you think think I grind for?
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| Condoms all in my condo
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| Pocket change what you signed for?
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| My niggas my niggas
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| My niggas my hitters, we finna get richer
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| I’m talking about bigger and bigger
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| They stealing my swag just look at my pictures
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| I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
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| I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
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| I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
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| I been that nigga on the corner with the most
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| My dog a shooter please don’t make me send that nigga
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| If he keep talking I’ll make him pin that nigga
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| Blew a half a kilo on my cuban link to watch it swing
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| No shirt, baking soda standing at the sink
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| Swerving in my Wraith, I should just pull up at the church
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| Have these niggas playing on me, devils wish it was a hearse
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| In my all black shades, motherfucking Ray Charles
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| I used to mop the floors now who the motherfucking boss?
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| I been that nigga that could get em by the two’s
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| Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my loubs
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| You a fool for your wifey and I passed her to my crew
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| Coke white, sour creme, butter all in my coupe
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| Put my dogs on salary, you see we all be blowing loud
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| Chopper still might judge a jury, I could take this bitch to trial
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| I been that nigga 'fore the money and the fame
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| I been that nigga 'fore the diamonds and the chain
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| I been that nigga 'fore the foreigns and the clothes
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| I been that nigga on the corner with the most
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| My dog a shooter please don’t make me send that nigga
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| I been that nigga, I been that nigga
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| If he keep talking I’ll make him pin that nigga |