| I get it, we get it
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| Yeah!
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| OTL nigga!
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| Osama twin lammas!
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| All that shit y’all niggas be talk 'bout, man we already did that
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| We did it, we did it
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| Cooking work up on the stove
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| We did it, we did it
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| Fucking bitches, getting dough
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros
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| We did it, we did it
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| Outchea doin' what we supposed'
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| We did it, we did it
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| We love money, never told
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| We did it, we did it
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| Love the life that we chose
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros
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| Fuck them niggas, man they do the most
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| Never lacking, gotta keep my toast
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| Y’all was walking 'round, naked broke
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| I was hand to hand with the coke
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| Chopper on me floating, I’m on the back seat-
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| I’m about to hop out and this shit, watch niggas run like a track
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| Me and my nigga in designer clothes
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| Cookin' clips dropped
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| You got to get up on them niggas, hit 'em up close
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| 100 real niggas get the utmost
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| Only real killers get the utmost
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| Only real dealers get the utmost
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| You out here sellin' bricks, you get the utmost
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| Never told never snitched, you get the utmost
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| Handling your bitch, you get the utmost
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| Taking care of your kids, you get the utmost
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| In the kitchen whippin', got a mean arm
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| Give me couple minutes then the works done
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| Cookin' crack up in the kitchen
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| Hittin' numbers, shit I did it
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| On my hammer bakin' soda, Pyrex the vision
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| Nigga we did it!
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| We did it, we did it
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| Cooking work up on the stove
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| We did it, we did it
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| Fucking bitches, getting dough
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros
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| We did it, we did it
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| Outchea doin' what we supposed'
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| We did it, we did it
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| We love money, never told
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| We did it, we did it
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| Love the life that we chose
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros
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| Celebrate with a pint of high tech
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| Couple cars notes around my neck
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| Heard your baby momma she a
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| Fuck around and you know I hit
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| Omelly boy, this is my shit
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| No deal til we fly private
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| Boy we litty forever, ain’t no dry shit
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| How you savage and you dry snitch
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| Make me bring .6 out
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| Make me bring sticks out
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| Bitches sucking dick now
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| Broke boy sit down
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| Boy I’m so rich now
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I ain’t with that fly shit, I get fly shit
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| Hype bitch, trap outta
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| Now my diamonds
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| 10 toes you might switch
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| Look at my diamonds, hit the light switch
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| Ran from the plug twelve times
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| They say that I’m flight risk, they don’t wanna believe me no more
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| I’m at the top, they won’t leave me no more
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| I make it easy some more
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| We did it, we did it
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| Cooking work up on the stove
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| We did it, we did it
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| Fucking bitches, getting dough
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros
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| We did it, we did it
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| Outchea doin' what we supposed'
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| We did it, we did it
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| We love money, never told
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| We did it, we did it
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| Love the life that we chose
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| We did it, we did it
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| Turning up with my bros |