| Bitch say you want work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know
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| Work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know
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| Woo, lookin' for them one thangs, I got 'em
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| Lil' bro said he loaded and he still shoppin'
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| What good is your chopper if it’s in the closet
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| You need a job, boy, beat it, where is your deposit?
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| If you gon' mention my name, put some respect on it
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| If your bitch bad, I might blow a check on her
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| Ain’t shit to lie about, we do this shit for real
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| When you were jumpin' off the porch, we was in the field
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| Me and Dot been cookin' since Saved by the Bell
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| When I was locked, my mans died, I’m saved by them cells
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| Headed back to the zone, 'bout to count this cheese
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| H-Town 'til I’m gone, 700 Degreez, yeah
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| Bitch say you want work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know
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| Work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know
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| Nigga like, nigga like work, I got it
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| Nigga like 'caine, I got it
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| Nigga like bands, I got it
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| Pull the chopper on your mans if that nigga got a problem
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| Skuba Steve Sada, game with the molly
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| Whole lot of game, remember it’s hangin' in my posse
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| He a jive turkey but his baby mama foxy, watch me
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| Fuck on her then get that boy in his feelings
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| I’ma make her put her booty on the ceiling
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| I’ma make her put her booty on my ding-a-ling
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| Jewelry on when we fuckin', let the chain hang
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| Let my niggas join in, bitch, it’s gang gang
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| Bitch say you want work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know
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| Work, I got it
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| Pure cocaine, I got it
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| Say you want bands, I got it
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| And I know, and I know |