| If them niggas wanna play
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| Let them ball till fall dog
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| Me, I want it all, y’all
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| From here to Californi-a
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| Hit the button, get the On-star
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| Pull up if your front yard
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| And fuck up your ordinary day
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| It’s the N-A-P-P-Y, y’all
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| On the grind 'cuz time’s hard
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| Find me sippin' Grand Marn-ier
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| At the bar with a bad broad
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| Yes I drive a fast car
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| Holla if you’re tryin' to get laid
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| That’s on my son, Billy Kay
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| Best believe I’ma get you paid
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| And represent the motherfuckin' K
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| How I was raised, that’s the way
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| And you live by this shit, then you die by the same
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| I ain’t trippin', puttin' half on the Jane
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| I’m gettin' good about this math and even better 'bout my change
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| I hug the lane like I’m drivin' with the wide load
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| I’m comin' down, country clean, forever bona fide, ho
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| So whatcha know about it?
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| Ain’t nothin' slow about it
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| That boy sure got it
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| Give a fuck about nobody
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| Swerve and lean
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| Swerve and lean
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| Swerve and lean
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| Bounce with it, bounce with it
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| Yeah, Skinny pull in a Range
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| Not the sport, but the big body
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| Supercharged, 24 inches, leather with the wood grain
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| Sunshine or the rain, ain’t a motherfucking thing
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| Hit a button, watch it take off like a plane
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| For the cash, not the fame
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| I’m the last one to laugh and get it all 'fore the fat lady sings
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| See me shine without the bling
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| Got a bitch to wear my diamonds and I got a watch they call a bright Lane
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| Country clean on the right team
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| Some haters want to fight me
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| But I ain’t got nothin' but the flame
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| That’s so bright from my forty cal' ri'
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| 'Fore you run your mouth
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| Change your face like L’Oreal, dang
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| That nigga sly with his slang slump
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| Fifty-five, don’t give a fuck
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| Especially 'bout no sucker ass, lame
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| I come and snatch your lil' chain
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| Put a hundred on the situation that you won’t do a damn thing
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| Yo, they try to call me in-sane
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| The way I flip it up the wall, man
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| Bitches on my dick, 'specially 'cause the way I let my nuts hang
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| They call me billy big balls
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| Ain’t shit she can tell me dog
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| I’m raw for seven, twenty-four, damn
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| I know I’m worth a couple hundred grand
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| And I ain’t spittin' another verse until I got my money in my hand
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| And we gon' stick to the plan
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| Swerve and lean on these suckers
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| Makin' sure you city slickers understand
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| That the dollars never made the man
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| Plain as day they never did
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| Nappy’s what I represent
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| I run this shit, call me Skinny D, the president
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| Drop it down so effortless
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| I’m slummer than you’ve ever been
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| Bounce with it, bounce with it
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| Bounce with it, bounce with it |