| Let go
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| (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Stretch gang
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| Face shots to the face, don’t trip on yo' lace
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| Mafia
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| Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
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| Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
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| Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
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| My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
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| Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
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| Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
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| OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
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| Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box
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| In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
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| With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
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| I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
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| Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
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| Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
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| Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
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| Can’t fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most
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| I get my groove on every time I see them folks
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| I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
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| I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
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| Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
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| She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
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| I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
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| Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
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| I’m kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
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| I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless
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| Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
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| Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
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| Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
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| My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
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| Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
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| Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
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| OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
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| Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box |