| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
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| I walk in the party with my own drugs
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| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin'
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| While you stressin' me, God keeps on blessing me
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| I know how to make money, baby, this the recipe
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| Your pussy get rest to peace, especially murder scene
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| Hit her from the back, she like, «Hercules! |
| Hercules!» |
| (tell 'em)
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| Started from a pot, then I took over the spot
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| Then I took over the block, then I took over hip-hop
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| Then I started geekin', then I started tweekin'
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| Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin'
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| Finished Monday, started on the weekend
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| Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar
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| You can smell it when I’m passing your car
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| It’s the last of the raw, all you need is a straw
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| And when I ain’t feelin good, all I need is a mall, showin' off, uh
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| Your pockets on doughnuts (yeah)
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| Got my posse out in broad day
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| Been up all night, its been a long day
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| I’m trying to get higher, fucking up my feng shui
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| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
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| I walk in the party with my own drugs
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| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin'
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| Styrofoam cups got flying spirt
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| Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth
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| Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt
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| With some rolling papers, full of purp
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| Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite
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| Ya’ll broke niggas ain’t in my league
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| I swear this game been good to me
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| I’m a veteran in this game, why would I leave?
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| Real niggas, thats all I see, Pimp C, R.I.P
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| I’m up all night, like «Fuck some sleep»
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| Push start button, like «Fuck the key»
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| Your boy’s too broke, can’t fuck with me
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| My hoes too fine, can’t fuck for free
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| Ya’ll niggas out here savin' hoes
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| I’ma start calling you niggas «Justice League»
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| I’m on codeine, I’ma dope fiend
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| Got Molly world for that party girl
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| Ecstasy, she want the best of me
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| Turn her out, she a naughty girl
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| Your bitch choose my girl, like
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| I ain’t gotta speak my wife, get her
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| Lickin' on me like an Optimo
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| Get a boy a Sprite and now pour a pitcher
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| 450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money
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| Magic City, cuttin' up, bitch shakin' their ass for me
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| Fuck the bitch in my back seat
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| If she hit the window, she a crash dummy
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| I’ma dope boy to get fast money
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| And every stand I’m for me, I’m gone
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| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
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| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
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| I walk in the party with my own drugs
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| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin'
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| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl
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| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin'
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| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |