| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way
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| Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way
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| I’m rollin', I’m rollin'
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| Pull up with a forty, get to bustin' at your homies
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| Your homies, your homies
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| Tell that bitch come chew my dick like some baloney
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| He say that he strapped and he say that he ready, I hope that he want it
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| I’m straight from the jungle, I’m straight out the gutter, I’m straight from
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| the jungle
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| And I am with Paper Lovee, whole lot of paper love
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| We really love the paper, we like pullin' them capers, yeah
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| It’s Melly baby, yeah it’s Melly baby
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| Big Glock, no nothin' three-eighty
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| Pull up with the sticks like the Navy
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| And you know I’m out of Zone 6
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| I’m gon' make that ho suck on my dick
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| And if Paper them wanna fuck that ho then we 'bout to have to run a train on her
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| Ooh, run a train on her
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| Go 'head and just drop that brain on me
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| Stupid lil bitch I got guns, I got niggas with me and they all got good brains
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| on 'em
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| Shoot your ass dead in your top
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| Shoot your ass dead in your ladder
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| It’s me and Paper Lovee, yeah he fuck with Lil Melly
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| Big homie just threw some stain on me
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| Water on my wrist like I got rain on me
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| And I know why these fuck niggas hatin' on me
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| 'Cause I’m gettin' money, lil nigga keep waitin' on me
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| I will never stop, nah, I will never drop
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| Sittin' on the top all to myself nigga
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| All my niggas up, nigga wasn’t nobody else screamin' but my motherfuckin' self
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| nigga
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| Niggas don’t keep it real, I still help niggas
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| Splashin' on them liil niggas, Michael Phelps nigga
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| Still murder gang, keep two guns on me
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| Bitch you know that set what I rep nigga
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| And I’m reppin' that set to my death nigga
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| You ain’t talkin' Paper Love, you know I’m a deaf nigga
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| You ain’t talkin' Paper Love, speak to someone else nigga
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Who who who, yeah I want you
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| Suck on this dick, slurp it like some chicken soup
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| No, I’m talkin' bicken noodle soup
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| I got three bitches inside of a coupe
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| I got three bitches inside of a boupe
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| And they wanna fuck me 'cause we suwoop
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| I do not fuck on the bitches in cliques
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| Stake in his head like juju
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| Snackin' the bitch like um-um
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| I’ma cow in the pussy like moo
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| Yup, lil bitch name sushi
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| Lil bitch say she wanna do me
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| Beat the bitch inside of the Jabuzzi
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| Beat the bitch inside of the Jacuzzi
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| Pussy soakin', yeah I got her gushing
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| Melly bitch, your bitch under illusion
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| And I’m not 'luminati, pullin' Maserati
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| These bitches gon' fuck 'cause I caught me a body
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| I caught me a body, I caught me some shawtys nigga, yeah
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| Pulled up on them niggas with a hundred rounds
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| If a fuck nigga talkin' shit bro we gon' gun him down
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| And Lil Melly from the, yeah yeah bitch he run his town
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| No, I really run my town
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| Ridin' down with you, he run the whole damn 6
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| Run the town, run his mouth
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| Tryna hide him, we gon' find him, hunt him down
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| If we can’t catch him at the spot
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| Catch his folks at the spot, burn it down
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| Bitch I’m set so you next
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| Bitch I’m up 'fore you know it, I want now
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| Pullin' up, hoppin' out
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| Walkin' up, you know we gon' run him down
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| Still keep that jimmy on me
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| They don’t think a nigga got it, think I’m lackin' 'cause these skinnies on me
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| Still fuckin' with my whole team
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| And I’m ridin' for my niggas every time, even when it’s on E
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| If a nigga get up on me
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| Pocket rocket on me nigga, I’ma get him off me, him
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| And I’m at the beach with Melly, fuckin' bitches at the telly
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| Keep a side that I’m, I’m the shit 'cause you can smell it, set
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| Ooh ooh, girl I’m the shit 'cause you smell it, that pussy need, yeah yeah
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| Pull up with choppers and shoot at you nigga, we convicted felons, yeah yeah
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| I got locked up for three years, didn’t do no fuckin' tellin', whoa whoa
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| I never made it to college, bitches had to expel me
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| I had to get it and get it and get it and get it and get it and get it
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| She wanna fuck with my dog, fuck with my dog, fuck with my friend
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| Yeah that’s my slime, yeah thet’s my woe, we don’t tell 'em none' 'bout no
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| We gon' pull up with them licks and fuckin' blow up on 'em, blow up on 'em
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| Blow up on 'em, bitch grow up on 'em
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| Fold up on 'em, with the forty |