| I’m on 'gnac, she on Goose-y
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| All my niggas keep they tool-ly
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| I’m in Chevy, he in Dual-ly
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| Me and my niggas, we fin' to make a movie
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| Six Chevies, back to back
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| I drink brown, they drink white
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| Paint wet, engine tight
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| This our city, we run lights
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| Hustle all day, stunt at night
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| Pistol on lap, who gon' jack
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| Pulled up «Da REAList,» pulled out the whips
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| Time to show, who got chips
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| My dog trippin, left his clip
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| Liqour sto', one mo' fifth
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| Hog in the trunk, beatin in yo ear
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| Mids screamin, highs clear
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| Spunt a stack, on my gear
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| Fuck them niggas, our year~!
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| Motion picture, right here
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| Stop this bitch, let’s make a movie right here
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| Better grab a seat and some popcorn
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| Cause me and my niggas, fin' to put on
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| Some in the streets, all of 'em strong
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| Couple my niggas, just came home
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| Ridin candy, sittin on chrome
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| Pants hangin, grill showin
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| Wildin hard every set we on
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| Catch me standin on the hood of my throne
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| We don’t play nuttin but my songs
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| Them niggas ain’t real they just rap homes
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| 'Fore it’s over, money gettin thrown
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| Holdin up traffic, are we wrong?
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| Over to the club, shuttin it down
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| Ain’t no secret when I’m in town
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| Party’s closed, says who? |
| Plies
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| Here you go, couple thousand
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| In this corner, only goons allowed
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| All the goons, we makin 'em proud
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| My dog on pills, let him wild
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| Just give him a water and a towel
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| Right song come on, bop through the crowd
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| Want to crank up the club, put on Plies
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| Time to throw money, I ain’t threw it in a while
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| Slangin money, let it pile |