| When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak
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| Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak
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| Specially when it sound like this, this
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| It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is
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| I’m throwed
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| Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre
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| I’m throwed
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| Four deep in my old school car
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| I’m throwed
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| Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the Screw
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| It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
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| I’m throwed
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| Fresher than a fruit bowl
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| Leanin' like a gas gauge
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| Straight up off the dome
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| Freestylin' like hair braids
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| Makin' that candy dance
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| I’m throwed off the Cali plants
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| I’m prancin' on the scene crawlin' down like fire ants
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| My mind in a trance
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| I’m sharper than starched pants
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| Stackin' Franklins and Grants from South Bank to Spring Branch
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| I’m posted like a stamp with my mind on cash
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| I’m wheel grippin' and still tippin' brandy wine on glass
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| I got a screen in the dash
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| A quarter-tank full of gas
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| Smokin' that puff puff pass
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| Throwed I hope I don’t crash
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| Reppin' that Swisha Blast, so I’m flyer than a mockin' bird
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| Throwed in the mode, game cold as a iceberg, baby
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| When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak
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| Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak
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| Specially when it sound like this, this
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| It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is
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| I’m throwed
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| Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre
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| I’m throwed
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| Four deep in my old school car
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| I’m throwed
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| Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed
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| It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
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| I’m throwed
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| Now with the broads, I’m a sharp shooter like Steve Kerr
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| Flash the wrist, cause a glare, fox fur, and flyin' spur
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| Undisputed for sure, so I’m collectin' these dimes
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| Name and number lil mama cus it’s check out time
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| I’m slidin' on glass threes inhalin' the chronic trees
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| Pack protection cus playa hatin' spread like STDs
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| I’m cool as an ocean breeze
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| Like Chester I’m chasing cheese
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| I’m stangin' like buzzin' bees
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| On South Lee with the G’s
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| Screens fall like autumn leaves
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| Make the TVs rain
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| Take a picture if you please
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| Yeah, my wrist is the same
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| 30 carat diamond chain so ballin' is off the chain
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| Mind frame: I’m stackin' change
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| I’m so throwed in the game
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| When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak
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| Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak
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| Specially when it sound like this, this
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| It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is
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| I’m throwed
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| Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre
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| I’m throwed
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| Four deep in my old school car
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| I’m throwed
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| Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed
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| It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
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| I’m throwed
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| Cup full of that purple Sprite
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| And I’m searchin' for broads
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| Paper stackin' so my money stretch like extension cords
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| I’m a widebody rocker and a foreign on choppers
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| I’m on the grind stackin' up my mail like the post office
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| Movin' at slow pace with T-Ferris my ace
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| Cup full of expensive taste
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| Open mouth and showcase
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| I’m throwed with screens hangin' swangin' breakin' the struts
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| We pourin' up in them cups that stuff got me leanin' tough
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| Hold up
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| I’m caked up so all the boppers attract
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| I got 'em like a soccer mile out there runnin' the track
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| Pullin' capers makin' paper stacks fly as a dove
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| A bread breaker, taste maker, baby
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| All of the above
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| I’m throwed
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| When I’m on that beat, I’m a beast, I ain’t never came weak
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| Got a mouth full of diamonds you can hardly hear me speak
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| Specially when it sound like dis, dis
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| It’s the H-Town baby and you know what it is
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| I’m throwed
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| Got a styrofoam cup full o' barre
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| I’m throwed
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| Four deep in my old school car
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| I’m throwed
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| Chokin' Cali while I’m bangin' the screwed
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| It’s the Ice Man baby and you know what it do
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| I’m throwed
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| Shawty I need to see somebody do that
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| That southside one time
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| Come on |