| All my ladies and my tramps go watch your fucking hands
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| All my gutter, gutter niggas out to get all of this bread
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| I’m sipping this Sangria, we ‘bout to blow this scene up
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| Mama’s trashing from the inside so the jungle looking greener
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| Show time, stay uptown, my folks are mayors
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| I’m pushing over, they chopping heads, they ghost whipping this chorus
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| Smoke and roll and this blunt’s breaking, this boost up in my hand
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| I’m in the cut, you want a cut, forget it, boy, I’m leaving
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| Finna play me, finna sound good like smash
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| Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me
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| Finna play me, finna sound good like smash
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| Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me
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| She gutta, gutta
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| Yeah, she gutta, gutta
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| You ride on my misstep, I own you hoes like pouring
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| I’ve got dropping comics in my juice
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| I’m cold, the chick better rock that goose
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| Pac, pac for willy and that chopper you see, boy
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| Squatting over… I was faking what they making
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| ‘Cause the slaves and they ain’t making shit…
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| Bust it, bust it open, taste the TKO
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| Special shot dropping, I beat it to the floor
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| Finna play me, finna sound good like smash
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| Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me
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| Finna play me, finna sound good like smash
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| Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me
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| She gutta, gutta
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| Yeah, she gutta, gutta |