| Whoa
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| Oh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
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| By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
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| Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
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| Got nowhere to stay, bitch I’m runnin' in your fuckin' house (bitch)
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| With them 30's out (yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (Yeah)
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| Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I’m lurking out (lurking out)
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| Baby I’m high as shit, I’m off a percy now (percy now)
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| Huh, nigga run up on me, I’ma blow him down
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| So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
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| Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
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| Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I’m talkin' 30's now (30's now)
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| Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)
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| Pussy nigga always talkin', why the fuck these niggas talkin'?
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| I don’t know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started
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| Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, w gon' burn him down (burn him down)
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| Run him down, 30 rounds, sending rounds (buck, buck, buck)
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| Hold up, niggas don’t want no smoke
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| Roll up dead niggas whn I smoke
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| Babies, she put it all in her throat
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| She suck my dick while I’m floatin' the Ghost
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| New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (ice)
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| These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole
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| I swear these new bitches be doing the most
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| Slimin' like I’m drippin' snot from my nose (slatt)
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| You know I came from the mud with this (mud)
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| They never showed me no love with this (yeah)
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| I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner
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| Was selling them drugs and shit (drugs)
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| They used to be on some other shit (uh)
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| Now they see me coming up and shit (uh)
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| I tell them leeches to suck a dick (uh)
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| Nowadays they see me dubbin' shit
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| Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
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| By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
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| Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
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| Got nowhere to stay, bitch I’m runnin' in your fuckin' house (bitch)
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| With them 30's out (yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (Yeah)
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| Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I’m lurking out (lurking out)
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| Baby I’m high as shit, I’m off a percy now (percy now)
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| Huh, nigga run up on me, I’ma blow him down
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| So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
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| Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
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| Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I’m talkin' 30's now (30's now)
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| Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey) |