| I roll though ya town blowing hella big
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| For the hell of it
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| You can find me stunting
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| I roll through your town blowing hella big
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| Ain’t with the old one na I got a better bitch
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| Souped up Nikon pics on me
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| Fresh death boy you better grab ya chick homie
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| Blind with the banter im a fan of hers
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| Im trying to get this mil call the manager
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| Im really not enjoying it
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| Don’t know who your toying it
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| Save it nigga foil it
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| Im really trying to tell you im a factor
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| Im really tryin to ball just like my pastor
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| Im really tryin to say to all these rappers
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| Quit switching lanes niggas ya causing traffic
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| Is it enough to bring basses up
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| We ain’t slanging stuff
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| But ain’t making much
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| We ain’t paid enough
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| But tonight we stunting so blaze it up
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| You know where to find me
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| Won’t be quick as a cricket won’t be slow as a snail
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| Events ain’t Lemony Snicket’s I know you holding them shells
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| But dog we really can kick it
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| Ain’t no need for that popping off
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| And girl I insisted let me properly top you off
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| Game sick
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| I came through with dust on my shoes nice fitted though
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| Felt some distain for some lames that I didn’t know
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| Trust i ain’t tripping though
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| Fits I didn’t throw
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| Want my residuals
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| A chick that walk pigeon toed
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| Ohhhh baby boo I like it like that
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| Thats fact
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| One two my my is mine stacked
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| My line just got racked up
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| Nose got jacked up
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| Woes just got passed up
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| No im no actor
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| So would you cut it up
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| Im on some other stuff
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| Brother get ya numbers up
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| Drop the blunderbuss
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| Fuck that shit and that shit that you selling bitch
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| Ima roll thorough ya town for the hell of it
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| Just for the hell of it why not
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| Trying to find spots where I can sit and dime watch
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| Maybe buy pot
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| Have a drink or two
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| Shock you like pikachu
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| I play kazoo and eat ya food
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| Hold up wait they sending him that pay
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| Well no fucks were given on that day
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| How much you got on you little boy
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| Don’t let them put them dots on you little boy
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| I could probably rock with you little boy
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| But look how you talk you a little boy
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| Im a grown man new stitching on the socks
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| You can catch me at the club probably hitting on some box
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| Solid Snake right now
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| You can hate right now
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| Ima make my rounds
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| Ima find me something
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| Making cake right now
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| In ya face right now
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| Stocked a eighth right now you can find me stunting |