| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh
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| Bitches never put me in the friendzone yeah
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| Roll another one, yeah I’ll be gone
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| Take my totter in the end zone yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| No plan for the robbery
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| Just a hunnid thing, and a killer in the driver’s seat
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| real nigga shit, fans couldn’t break this honesty
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| Still winnin' checks, wait said 80 inch screen in my living room
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| Saw the half a key in a deep 'bout the finished song
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| Make us know I’m feelin' gold
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| Ace it’s a pub, smokin' kush in my mama Joan
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| Ks with bananas on
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| Suckers act tough, they don’t overstand the cold
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| Hope you overstay on the coals dreams that we’re standin' on
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| Real niggas stay we don’t 'cause we own the shit that you on
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| Raw, my niggas suck up prison, pray to God we blow
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| Say our music like dope i got em through
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| So we dug in till we put his family on and not just more smoking
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| Nigga in the car with you
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh
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| Bitches never put me in the friendzone yeah
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| Roll another one, yeah I’ll be gone
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| Take my totter in the end zone yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| I said S63 with the seats all reclined
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| 62 Maybach with the tents on the blinds
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| For my time the Sun I waited patiently in line
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| Niggas they didn’t see it in me, as they was partially blind
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| I got niggas doin' time, that ain’t never seen the light
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| I been around the world once
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| I spoke to everybody twice
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| Enemies in the kites
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| Can’t sleep through the night
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| Better keister a knife
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| Then the loozy got light
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| I’d rather call her my bitch
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| Than call her my wife
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| You can blame my baby mama
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| The bitch cheated on me twice
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| I pulled on 'em niggas who tried to cheat me on the dice
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| Lay the dice game down then I slapped 'em with the bite
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| Now first class with my feet up on the flight
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| Six hour flight to Memphis I’ll be there by tonight
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| And free my brother Dip who locked up in Angola
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| Listen to me in Pandora, while he whippin' Coca-Cola
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| It’s filled
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh
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| Bitches never put me in the friendzone yeah
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| Roll another one, yeah I’ll be gone
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| Take my totter in the end zone yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh yeah
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| Hella dope
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh
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| Hella dope sittin' real low with my Benz oh
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| Totter, totter in the end zone yeah |