| Trade Mark
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| Look
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| I’mma head turner
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| People wanna sweat me I just let 'em stare
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| Disrespect me and I’ll check 'em like a questionnaire
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| Yeah, Gwinnett’s in here, so bring the sireens
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| Cause we in the club rollin' up some sticky lime green
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| High beam spot
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| Light is mine for the time bein'
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| On a murder, rappers turn a track into a crime scene
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| I taken from investigators they gon' find we
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| Ridin' dirty, no I’m not referring to my hygiene
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| No sir, brushin' my shoulder there’s no dirt, no
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| I’m so fly that I should be stylin' in a fur coat
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| Oh, my pinky is twinkling, I let it radiate
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| Two step n' snappin' in the pattern leather bathin' apes
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| Some 808's, boomin' like a cannon ball
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| I ain’t knockin' where you from but this is how we do it in Atlanta dawg
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| Purple herb and xanny bars, rollin' on them hard drugs
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| Splurgin' in a fancy car, survin' on the hush hush
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| In the club buzzed like a yellow jacket
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| And we can get those cigarillos crackin'
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| I tried to tell 'em
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| I-I-I'm a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| Girl, I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| I bet you wish I bet you wish that you was ridin' with me
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| A yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah
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| 770 is where I’m reppin' you better let 'em know
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| Where they be lettin' them o’s go for the extra low
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| I’mma let what I gross grow till I get it sold
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| 'til my necklace is rose gold with those precious stones
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| Let it show, I used to flex and my bread was low bro
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| Stretchin' dough, I ain’t talkin' pretzels and crescent rolls
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| But now there’s several O’s in front of the decimals
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| So every ho that knows it approaches me sexual
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| But no I don’t get attached
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| Where them gold diggers at
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| Probably at the club sittin' on a go-getter's lap
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| I’m at bar doing Jägerbombs and Redheaded Sluts
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| Or in the Chevy with the red leather guts gettin' some cut
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| And I’mma beat it and butcher it
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| Teasin' her with the green that she couldn’t get
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| Because baby Jesus sweeter than sugar it’s
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| The only way I can put it is that we gettin' it
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| Count it up
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| Chevy Impala’s my clique as slick as we mount it up
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| Ain’t nobody else in the county fuckin' around with us
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| Nobody put it down like the homey Jonny Valiant does
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| It truly is beautiful executing this hustle
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| Try to turn around too fast and end up pullin' a muscle cause
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| I-I-I'm a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| Girl, I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| I bet you wish I bet you wish that you was ridin' with me
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| A yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah
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| Now I can’t even go anywhere without people staring me up and down
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| Like I’m walkin' on red carpet, I guess they love my style
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| I’m stickin' out like a sore thumb when I’m on the Crown
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| Walkin' up in this, discover me droppin' a couple thou'
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| I be in SoCal buyin' the whole aisle
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| Walkin' by and these hoes smile looking like «Oh wow»
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| Like I think he’s a rapper, he walks around like he’s famous
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| They call me Rittz bitch
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| In case you forgot what my name is
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| Competition invisible
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| A ton of other crackers call themselves Rittz but this is the authentic original
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| Man the kid is invincible
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| And I don’t mean to be so egotistical
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| But being broke for me seems so pitiful
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| We be moving o’s some sugar lows
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| To people room and road
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| And if not we in the city doing shows
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| All the pretty hoes sayin' «God dang did you see him?»
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| Man my chain swing like Tarzan from a tree limb
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| It’s pimpin' season
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| Consistent chiefin'
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| Nothin' commercial
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| Puffin' purple I purchased from the Pacific region
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| We drinkin' free Hen
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| When we up in the club we automatic begin
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| All the hoes attracted to the cash that we spend
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| I could fuck around on a rap 'til the end
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| So fuck a sixteen bars
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| I’m tryin' to start a ménage with twelve or fifteen brauds
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| And I’mma hit that pussy hard 'til the bitch see’s stars
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| That’s how it is when you living large
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| I tried to tell 'em
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| I-I-I'm a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| Girl, I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| I bet you wish I bet you wish that you was ridin' with me
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| A b-bread burner
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| Bitch I’m a head turner
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| I know you like what you see
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| A yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah yuh-a-yeah |