| I’m a live the dream, yo
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| No time to sleep, yo
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| If you know what we know
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| Y’all niggas finito
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| Oh, it’s an animal anthem
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| (It's popping, popping)
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| Ayo the bricks that they front me out of the country
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| Do that thing monthly, want me
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| The dude’s finito, I sell chico to a cheapo in a Pico
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| Swag synthetic, you get your shit shredded
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| Eyes close as scoliosis, prognosis
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| Get a dosage, yo hold up
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| Put your hands in the air, yeah, this a hold up
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| come to karate
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| Kawasaki papi, this shit locked probably
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| Ghost to say the least
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| Wherever there’s indians
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| I’m a come and play the chief
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| A-oo-ga de basura
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| wanna be thugs, some are
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| Dude, Nore’s a classic
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| I split Swishers with my thumb, slime
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| They say numbers don’t lie — except one time
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| Young Tune, got goons on the front line
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| These hoes tryna get on like they unsigned
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| Side-step counter, right, left, punchline
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| Real niggas don’t do sit ups when it’s crunch time
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| Get high, play somethin' on the guitar
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| Got a girl on my dick like the see-saw
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| My son’s tellin' friends «daddy got a race car»
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| T roll blunts longer than the space bar
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| Straight hair, high socks with some Vans on
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| Bullet hole bigger than the Grand Canyon
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| Neptunes on the beat, NORE what it is?
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| Chop body parts off, stick 'em in the fridge
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| Yeah, kiss my ass under the mistletoe
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| Young Money motherfucker, if you didn’t know
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| Animalistic, futuristic |