| Ay yo, you niggas know the memph stay high and shit
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| Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip
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| Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip
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| You know the five double oh You know how it go You know all the hoes be bad to the toes
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| Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold
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| You know how I be, drop z3
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| Meet one freak, bleek two heats
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| Nigga thats the rules, get at you dudes
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| Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes
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| Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck
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| Before they get a nut, first head in the truck
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| Shit we do 60, cranberry bentley
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| This whatchu want, ho come and get me You know the move
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| It gotta be right before you push the z Give me head at the lights
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| Everyday its just the same though
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| We just tryna see tomorrow
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| As we try to pay attention to the people we are
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| Im just trying to have some fun
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| Live my life and own my gun
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| I know I cant live forever
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| Yo, yo she coul push the plymouth, switch while Im in it
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| You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute
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| She know that the memph give a hundred percent
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| She can see the jewels shine from under the tints
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| Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints
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| Or your wife giving head from under the tints
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| You know that the crew wilin in the turtle top
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| State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got
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| Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them
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| In the range gettin brains or the drop bm Who you know that can stop these mens?
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| Im come through in the cadi, the color of gin
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| Somethin clear you can see right in Dont mistake the passenger, your wife was in I let her underhand me, give me brain in the banji
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| While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga
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| Yo check it, uh ay yo
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| Watch the wife, she dont play
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| You seen how she scratched the clk
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| She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun
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| And when they smoke they like to take shotguns
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| And when I fuck I hit like shotguns
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| Violate me, get beat with shotguns
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| I can fight, I know Im a boxer
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| See bleek in the hardtop boxer
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| Down in frisco poppin my collars
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| Smoke champelly, all black impalla
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| 3 wheelin, hennesey spillin
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| Fuck the world, thats how bleek feelin
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| Cherry red m3, thats me When you be like damn you killin em, thats me You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes
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| Blue as the watch face
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| The watch stay faced — nigga
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| Im just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
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| Im just tryna do whats right
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| Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no… |