| I can, I can, I can
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| I will, I am gon' count up them bands
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| I bought a brand new time piece
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| And it came with a bad bitch pants
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| I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
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| And I look at it dance
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| Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
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| Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)
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| Tiptoeing on the gazebo
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| Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
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| I am connected to kilos
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| Fifty gang members got Rico
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| Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
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| Late to the game got your seat stole
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| You tried to pull up with that little bowl
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| My niggas pull up with that truckload
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| Backwards stouts, eggrolls
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| Ain’t having clout doing free shows
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| Everybody know she the cheap hoe
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| I’m in my bag, Tortitos
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| When I pull up it’s the Migos
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| Please tell your girl keep her knees close
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| Cuz' we shooting shots like freethrows
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| Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)
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| I can, I can, I can
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| I will, I am gon count out them bands
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| I bought a brand new time piece
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| And it came with a bad bitch pants
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| I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
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| And I look at it dance
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| Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
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| Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)
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| Codeine on top of my stand
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| Right there by the extra handgun
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| They told me I couldn’t, when I can
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| We still make transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
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| I beat the pot using both arms (beat it up)
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| I keep that drink when that drought come
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| Takeoff from 12, it’s a mile run (12)
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| Act in my pimp cup like Don Juan (Act!)
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| Never forget where you came from (no!)
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| Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
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| I teach you lil niggas like Daniel-San
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| Then blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
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| I’m at the top of the renaissance
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| I fuck her face til it’s numb (ay)
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| Hundred round drum
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| I’m in the slums, grippin' some, no Grey Poupon
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| Uh I can, I can, I can
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| I will, I am gon' count out them bands
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| I bought a brand new time piece
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| And it came with a bad bitch pants
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| I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
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| And I look at it dance
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| Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
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| Percocet, molly, and xans (percy)
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| Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
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| Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran
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| Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
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| I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax
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| Shoot with the chopper, I might hit your granddad
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| We the wave nigga, you ride the bandwagon
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| You tryna get it We young rich and been havin'
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| Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz
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| Real niggas only you pussy faggots
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| Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
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| Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
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| My bitch like Mariah, no Nick Cannon
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| My young nigga wild’n out with the cannon
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| Still flex on my ex bitch she can’t stand it 20 bags from LA, they just landed
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| Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
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| Walk in the strip club like the marching band
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| Four rings on me Nigga I might not shake your hand (young rich nigga)
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| Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
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| I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
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| All this water like a nigga was paddling
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| Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
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| Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
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| Eatin' at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman
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| I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman
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| Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some Ritalin
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| Nigga my best friend first name is Benjamin
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| Three bitches, salt pepper and the cinnamon
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| Still fuck the law we be breakin' and bendin' them
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| No more catchin' bags now, we sendin' them
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| Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
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| Used to want a bag now I got ten of them
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| I can, I can, I can
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| I will, I am gon' count out them bands
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| I bought a brand new time piece
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| And it came with a bad bitch pants
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| I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
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| And I look at it dance
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| Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
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| Percocet, molly, and xans (percy) |