| Oh, oh-oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| got the sauce
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| Whoa, oh-oh
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| IllWill made the beat bounce
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| Every day we went through poverty, yeah
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| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee
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| Every day we went through poverty, yeah
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| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah
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| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah
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| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah
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| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah
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| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah
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| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah
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| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah
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| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me
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| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me, yeah
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| How many drugs I’m on, I’m like «One, four, two, three»
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| I’m on the perky, xany, molly, no more ecstasy
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| Five star hotel, I’ll be in the lobby rollin' exotic weed
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level, I’m on a different planet
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| We made a ten turn to a dub from out the kitchen cabinet
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| Watch Rufus pulled up on 'em, pair of them pistols clapping
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| We got the pounds of the herbs, we wrap the bricks in plastic
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| The baddest in the building her but I prefer her racks
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| I spilled syrup all on my Gucci loafers, lean all on my Alexanders
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| Lil' Rondo build that bitch, I keep that on me
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| Shawty on the shit, she on the shit just like a baby pamper
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| All the opps and rats, when they have kids they gon' be baby
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| 'Cause shawty hit my line like, «Rondo, why you never check up on me?»
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| I told that bitch, «You gotta listen from night to the morning»
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| She jus' wanna fly to Calabasas, California
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| Sucked me in the backseat of my wearin' Jordans
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| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah
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| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah
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| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah
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| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah
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| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah
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| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah
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| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me, yeah
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| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me
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| I’m tryna nut all on her face and no apology
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| I rolled the dice, hope I don’t crap out, no monopoly
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| Bitch, take this work to bronem trap house or don’t talk to me
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| Hey I crashed the vac geeked off the xany with a 'Rari key
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| I been wantin' this shit so long, I play like my dream callin' me
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| They play wit' you, you bust they fuckin' dome, don’t ever talk to me
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| Would’ve said don’t call my phone them choppa niggas sound like Pleasure P
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| I be on promethazine, I be off some extra T
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| Pure codeine and Fanta Peach
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| I be on the Actavis the 'tussin and the wok
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| Call my youngin' on the block and know we bussin' if it pop out
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| We be on the block out
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| We be in them low-lows wit' them locals duckin' cop cars
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| I be doin' all the fuckin' drugs like a rockstar
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| I’m just tryna go all the way up like a popstar
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| I been goin' hard on the drugs like rockstar
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| I done seen them put 'em on a rug and by
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| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah
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| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah
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| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah
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| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah
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| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah
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| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah
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| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me, yeah
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| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me
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| The label just sent me a text
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| I’m wearin' all blues, I don’t do no check up like democracy
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| Them shooters shoot when they come back they want a shotta free
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| I be on the stage with my dogs like a rockstar be
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| I been goin' hard on the drugs like a rockstar be
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| No matter what I do, I never give a bitch apologies, yeah
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| I had all the guala in my Robin Jeans |