| Playa time dream team, ball more than the king
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| I guess it’s in my blood stream, to be about my green
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| A new face on the scene, I’m the rap game rookie
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| Trying to do something new, I’m tired of cooking up cookies
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| We getting paid down here, living laid down here
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| Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here
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| Slim, E and P, we Texas best
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| We three hard young G’s, that don’t settle for less
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| You can’t mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on chops
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| When I park at the club, my rims don’t stop
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| They keep cutting, ten G’s for these with the button
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| In the DTS strutting, I ain’t want for nothing
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| From the bottom to the top, and I can’t fail
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| I’m in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
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| We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
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| I know the FED’s on my trail, but I’m giving em hell
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| Have you ever met them thugs, that can ride like us
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| Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
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| Endo hydro, getting high as us
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| With the bad yellow broad, on the side of us |