| I pour it out the brick, she say she wanna pop a banny
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| Give her friend a sip, then both these bitches drop they panties
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| Rolling out the zip, they tell me «Hef you so romantic»
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| Made them bitches kiss, and then I told 'em not to panic
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| I’m a fucking prince, like I’m coming outta Nazareth
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| They killed that Act, I brought it back like I’m Lazarus
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| They told me quit, I’m too legit, no, I ain’t having it
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| Come to my brib, a couple thousand in my cabinet
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| And I do this shit, lil bitch I’m leaning right now
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| Interstate, getting blue hunnits in a white town
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| Big Dessy, that’s my lil weapy, it get wiped down
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| Gram holder, every damn soda getting spiked now
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| Sippin' on some sizzurp (sip, sippin' on some sip)
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| Riding 'round with a bad bitch in a drop top with the roof up
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| I’m too brazy, I’m too active, young nigga not having two fucks
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| I was broke, now a nigga too up, four zones in two cups
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| In a brack house 'bouta bag up with a brackhead 'bouta shoot up
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| I’m still sipping that same shit, tunnel vision, no lane switch
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| Same clique that I came with, gaining riches off of paying flips
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| These niggas still on that lame shit, that’s your wife, got the same bitch
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| Tote big straps, get a plane hit, no Prince, off that purple rain shit
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| Sipping big juice, that dirty wop, dirty Glock with a 30 shot
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| Say he real but I heard he not, rather die from the dirty than a dirty thot
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| Back in 0−12, was a act bricks, me, Huss, and Rip, making packs flip
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| Since 0−5 I had a brack stripped, always been the one to let the strap spit
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| Sippin' on some sizzurp (sip, sippin' on some sip)
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| I pour it out the brick, she say she wanna pop a banny
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| Give her friend a sip, then both these bitches drop they panties
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| Rolling out the zip, they tell me «Hef you so romantic»
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| Made them bitches kiss, and then I told 'em not to panic
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| Sippin' on some sizzurp (sip, sippin' on some sip) |