| You know them stars out
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| Where your shoes at?
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| Where them cars at?
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| Where your goons at?
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| Nobody used to speak, now everybody play
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| Nobody get that cake, constantly on the jet to chace
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs, call me Chris Webby
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| Came up in Hell’s Kitchen, was a brick stretcher
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| Whip game, stove top, gotta get them extras
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| Push it push it push it good homie, Salt N Peppa
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| Naborhood on fire, half of these niggas lyers
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| Used to take that state to state, put a half a cake in each tire
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| Head on a swivel, playing defence in a D game
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| No losses, all I do is win, pop that T-Pain
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| Naborhood gotta love me, shouts out to ElPocka
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| Let’s get this shit poppin
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| Too clean, I be fresh as hell while the feds watching
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| All white in my horses, all white in my fortrace
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| Back to back down Peach Street nigga, all white in them porshes
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| All white in them porshes?
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| Yeah all white in them porshes
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| Wondering about how much I’m payed, I never tell my sources |
| You know them stars out
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| Where your shoes at?
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| Where them cars at?
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| Where your goons at?
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| Nobody used to speak, now everybody play
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| Nobody get that cake, constantly on the jet to chace
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| We got that rope, you heard we in your city
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| Sippin Cirock so much, you’d think a nigga Diddy
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| And I got them goonies with me
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| We ain’t really on that kick
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| I’m in here getting money, while I’m on my shit
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| Check out the wrist game, bet you noticed the flare
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| As far as chicks man, I like them double the pair
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| You say you poppin, but I ain’t even know you was there
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| I’m throwin bottles out, and throwin that smoke in the air
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| And I feel good, plenty duffles, and I’m still hood
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| Shoot polls in that thing, just like you should
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| 10 bands and I blew it
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| Count my backwoods on lord
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| Toss it on the interstate, where they chop it up and screw it
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| Strong weed, loud pack
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| Hustle hard, what you know about that? |
| I’m all about that, no days off, no sleep
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| Counting paper everyday of the damb week
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| You know them stars out
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| Where your shoes at?
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| Where them cars at?
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| Where your goons at?
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| Nobody used to speak, now everybody play
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| Nobody get that cake, constantly on the jet to chace
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out
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| No time outs
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| It ain’t no time out |