| Mo money
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| Mo probelms
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| I’m back in court
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| Baby mama tryna stick me wit dat child support (X3)
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| White folks tryna a nigga, bitch make me sick
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| That’s what I get for thinkin wit my dick
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| Man these hoes are scantless, niggas ars snakes
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| They plottin in my pocket like I’m they big break
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| I be a damn fool to think shit all good
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| They lookin at a nigga like they take it out the hood
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| Big Boss of the South, niggas jackin my slang
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| I gotta deal now these niggas ain’t actin the same
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| The album ain’t even drop, still considered a rookie
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| And niggas already out here catchin that pussy
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| Cause I’m makin what they make in a hour
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| That’s why I got the club takin campayne showers
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| Switch cars every season, a hundered thousand or better
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| I got addicted to the smell of new leather (back to the beginning)
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| H-Town trensetta, niggas follow my lead
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| They try to catch up, but an’t follow my speed
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| Boss Hogg Outlawz run da muthafuckin city mayne
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| Call me da Down South P petey mayne
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| Fuck what cha think, and fuck how you fell
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| We gettin paid down here nigga, for real
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| Dem feds want a hotter nigga cause I’m livin large
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| I got a million worth of cars up in da garage
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| Dope game ain’t same down in Texas
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| Boyz get knockin straight get to talkin wreckless
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| Quit and take the streets fame and riches
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| Can’t take they cars so quit and start snitchin
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| So, excuse me if I seem a little cautious
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| But it’s a lot of niggas tryna to knock down us bosses
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| I’m dodgin crooses, rollin alone
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| One deep wit the chrome, It’s the Boss, I’m gone.
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| Pj:
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| Pj, bitch, now gotta pop up on the scene
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| Gotta sold everything from the blow to the creme
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| When I hit the roll |