| I’m too thowed for these hoes, my paint look so ice
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| In my white tee, In my coke white Nike’s
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| When I pull push through, I never would front on my folks
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| I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
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| I put 'em tenty-fours out in the summer
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| And I’ll fuck ya baby mama on the under
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| What that is? |
| I’m so fresh
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| On mama’s nigga I look wet
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| I got a bike sprayed Coca-Cola red
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| I write hyphy shit, I’m havin bread
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| I turned the corner fifty times I’m a star
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| They don’t want me, they wanna fuck my car, cause nigga I’m wet
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| I’m wet (I'm wet, I’m wet)
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| I’m wet (I'm wet, I’m wet)
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| I push around with a Mac and a Tec
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| I’m so fresh cause nigga I look wet
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| Sittin on candy, smokin on dro
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| Watchin T.V.'s, on my metro
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| Grow niggas hate on me cause I got dough
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| Talkin bout me to these bitches, what you sayin that fo'?
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| It must be them yellow hoes, I be havin with me
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| Or is it cause I ride through this bitch lookin sticky
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| What that is? |
| I’m so fresh
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| I put that endo smoke in my chest
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| Lil' homey that’s Messy Marv he from the Bay, he on fire
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| Fresh out of Nino Motors, black magic on my tire
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| I turned the corner fifty times I’m a star
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| They don’t want me, they wanna fuck my car, cause nigga I’m wet
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| Yeah, my niggas hustle all day
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| Gettin money livin in them hallways (you don’t hear me nigga)
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| Yeah, me and mom we don’t play
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| We ride candy squeezin them AK’s (you don’t hear me nigga)
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| OK, when I puul up at the light
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| Them bitches say, «That nigga shit look tight» (you don’t hear me nigga)
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| Yeah, that’s what them hoes like
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| I ride through and put that candy in they life, cause nigga I’m wet
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| (*Talking*)
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| Ay, Sean T. man, hold on-hold on
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| Look at that nigga paint my nig
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| What the fuck you done to that my nigga
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| (That nigga shit look fucked up, ay)
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| Man I’m a Frisco nigga
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| But I come to the Town to get my shit sprayed
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| Man, Steve sprayed all my shit
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| (That's what I’m sayin man
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| That’s how we do it out in East Palo Alto too
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| These niggas fuckin with that Earl shop shit)
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| Haha, that two hundred dollar paint shit, man (*luughing*)
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| You niggas better go see Steve, man, Worldwide Paint, man
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| (Yeah) Ay Sean hit the gas on these niggas |