| Whippin' the grain inside the Caddy, do my thing upon the fuckin' floor
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| Hit 'em with that one-two step and then I rob this nigga ho
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| Slidin' by my chain, you see the diamond pinky ring and stones
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| That’s dancing in my mouth, shinin' like they been hit by the rain
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| I’m ruthless, I’m heartless, straight out of the fucking coffin
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| Gorilla the Killa, the pimp that’s always flossin'
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| Bendin' corners in that Escalade, lovin' pussy, stayin' paid
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| Swervin' through the interstate, the money’s always callin', mane
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| Pull up to the liquor store to get some woods and sip a four
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| Run up to the barbecue to shoot these dice and play CeeLo
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| Bumpin' classics, smokin' magic, never worry 'bout no static
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| Pussyboy, this automatic, bitch, you want it? |
| You can have it
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| Swingin' with them elbows, peanut butter jelly coke
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| Candy paint be drippin' so you know that bitch fresh off that ho
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| Poppin' trunk and bangin' Screw, trunkin' two’s say, «What it do?»
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| Parkin', pimpin', mackin', women, thought you knew that I’m a fool
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| Coming, com-coming, coming on strong (Coming on strong)
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| Coming, com-coming, coming on strong (Coming on strong)
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| Coming, coming on strong (Coming on strong)
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| Coming, coming on strong (Coming on strong) |