| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' outside
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| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' outside
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| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride
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| My family be stoned like sly
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| Boy I don’t jive, my trib gon' kick it
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| Syrup in the cup, no I ain’t gon' sip it
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| Money over hoes but hoes want money
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| Better ask Bow-Wow for the lottery ticket
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| Drop my top when the sky get yellow
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| So like Pacquiao, I’m waiting for Mayweather
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| All my dogs tougher than leather
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| I fell like I hit my lil kid’s inhaler
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| Franklin, Benjamins, cakes, Entamenns
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| Thirsty like Howell trappin' with Gilligan
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| Never could mimick him, I’m grade A
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| I’m battin' with bonds in my DNA, nigga
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| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside
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| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside
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| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride
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| My family be stoned like sly
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| I’m so high, the chicks gon' love it
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| We so fly, the chicks gon' love it
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| Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage
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| Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin'
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| Boy, I’m a winner, boy I’m a sinner
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| Got an intena on the TV dinner
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| Strip club, I got my money on Linda
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| One dollar bill pill like Gold member
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| I’ll make it rain, it’s a hurricane already
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| True to the game like Terry
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| Third degree burns, the house on fire
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| Hustlin, compare me to Jerry MaGuire
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| Roll that shit, light that shit
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| Then mac on the seem Skyped that shit
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| As soon as she smoke, I’ma pipe that bitch
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| Then put it in her bun like you like that shit
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| Women give me love and rappers get X
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| Hood status, I got stripes like the ref
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| Write the check and connect like nine X
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| When you do, add three more digits to the left
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| I’m like Jeter how I rock that speaker
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| Internet junkies are Wifi-ing ether
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| Look at me bro, I’m a leader
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| But I feel like the fat boys tryna get in the beaver
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| Bitches on E and my homies on percs
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| Horses on the car and a horse on the shirt
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| For now on I’ma be dirty like Mcgirt
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| So I bumrush the courts cause
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| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside
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| Fuck outside, I’m gettin' inside
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| Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride
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| My family be stoned like sly
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| I’m so high, the chicks gon' love it
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| We so fly, the chicks gon' love it
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| Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage
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| Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin'
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| Now I’m inside and I’m feelin' alright
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| And I’ma show people how to party all night
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| Smoke some of that, take one of those
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| Drink til the bartender yellin' «I'm closed»
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| Now I’m inside and I’m feelin' alright
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| And I’ma show people how to party all night
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| Smoke some of that, take one of those
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| Drink til the bartender yellin' «I'm closed» |