| I been thinkin' bout them good ol' days
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| When I was a whipper snapper
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| Used to try to get a kiss
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| But now it be the draws I’m after
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| I’m just a southernplayalistic pimp
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| I used to sling a fat rock
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| But now I’m serving Hemp Nigga
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| (Verse 1: Nell)
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| Stepped on the block
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| Everything is still the same
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| But Niggas changing by the clock
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| Its just a new day
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| Matching two J’s
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| John J say he got the dropp
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| And we copp
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| Kickin' it on the weekend
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| Keepin up in the clouds
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| Wondering why my niggas hanging by the block
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| But it ain’t like back then
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| Cause its different when your niggas missin'
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| Niggas be keepin they distance
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| But we aimin for the cop
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| As we stroll down the road
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| That we been chose
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| Niggas ten toes’in
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| As we exposing
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| The niggas fakin' the phonk
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| So the nigga trunk music
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| Getting in to it
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| I buss you head when bump
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| So whutchu want?
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 2: Denzel Curry)
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| Running and yurning
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| The blunts I be turning
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| Rollin and smoking
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| And Niggas is choking
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| And Curry take another sip of the potion
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| I’m taking your bitch
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| And I got that bitch open
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| Like Screen doors
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| My brother is rolling in green doe
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| Selling that shit like green?
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| ?? |
| Niggas with ??
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| Check my stilo
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| My ego
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| So where is the bud?
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| And bring enough sex
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| For my brother and my Cuz
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| Put a dime, and a nickle
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| Situation got me pickled
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| I’m a ball, yeah high with your bitch
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| And get all up in her draws
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| Plawing roo-raa in that Charday
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| Told that black goddess
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| Please Bring that pussy my way
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| So I can just slay it
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| I dont really play it
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| I don’t really give a fuck
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| Denzel Curry on that fway shit
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 3: Rellhoe)
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| NaNaNaaNaaaaaa
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| Now have you ever stepped on the block
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| And been totin' the Glock
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| While the cops lurkin' low
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| All this dro' gotta go-go-go
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| These hoes be schemin'
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| Triflin' chasin the green
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| That you earned from the fiends
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| They might let you fuck
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| But ahead for the team
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| Do you know what I mean
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| The pimp in me
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| It be the real deal
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| Feel where Im from
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| Blackland, Carol City
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| You side with goons come out
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| And see ring-ding-ding
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| ?? |
| Hit the floor
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| Flopping yo' ho
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| From back in the day
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| Yo ???
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| They already know
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| I put that Mac down
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| Smokin yo town
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| Get down to the funk
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| I lived how you want |