| We on. |
| Uh, uh. |
| Turn me up. |
| Uh, roll up
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| Let me talk to em. |
| Uh, I’m right in tho
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| Uh
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| When we talkin' bout streets, you rappers never there
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| When we talkin' bout blocks nigga, I’m every where
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| If we was talkin' bout flows, they know I’m heavy there
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| If you was talkin' bout raw, I’ll bring that Eddie there
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| Don’t spin my block on some goofy shit; |
| that Desi there
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| They’ll leave you there wit candles lit and Teddy Bears
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| And we ain’t talkin' bout diss tracks, that chedda there
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| Besides that, I’m out here, they never there
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| Lets turn these thoughts into dollars, that powder in dollars
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| As long as it makes sense nigga, it make dollars
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| Let them hoes come wit the money, if not, holla
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| We in the dope spot, every hour on the Owl
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| We in the field like we scrimmaging
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| I’d have more niggas' on your top than Zimmerman
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| Sevens and some Timberlands, fitted and my long Johns
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| Ridin' wit this long 9; |
| pocket full of citizens
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| They told me «talk filthy» so I talk heavy
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| My youngins' front line and they all ready
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| I got a couple hitters, that’ll put some heat to you |
| I got this foreign bitch, she won’t even speak to you
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| They say we gettin' money, don’t know how to act now
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| We don’t need help when we in Saks now
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| We entering the club through the back now
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| Poppin' bottles wit the 40 and the MAC now |