| It’s like bounce, rock, skate
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| Rock up, roll and get the papes
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| Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state
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| Hit the first one like the sweepstakes
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| And we gon all eat cheese steaks
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| Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what
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| (Slimm)
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| Stakes high, my hands dirty
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| I’m a big lick drilla quick flip gorilla for scrilla
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| Blue chipper with more shine than the big dipper
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| Spit dinero game fuck the hero fame
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| Went from wild to tame, just for change
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| Still a lustful brain for thangs like cold chains
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| Crush grapes and grain but the key is to maintain
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| Some dare to be different some dare to be dumber
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| Bleeps and blunders got you stuck in slumber
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| I’ll a wake that ass like thunder
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| Thudding on the late night, on point like a steak knife
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| Keep the game tight, from the Dirty, fuck a fair fight
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| Cause of static my monetary status
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| Situations get tragic when I got to have it
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| Destructive like Turkish earthquakes
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| I’m selfish got to have the pie and the whole cake
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| Working non-stop no breaks for the house on the lake
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| All for the love of the Peach state, yeah nigga, GA, GA, GA
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| Hook:(x2)
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| It’s like bounce, rock, skate
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| Rock up, roll and get the papes
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| Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state
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| Hit the first one like the sweepstakes
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| And we gon all eat cheese steaks
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| Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what
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| (Backbone)
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| Stay working in the late, that’s right, stay right
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| On a money making mission to the break of daylight
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| Swerve the ride, serve to survive
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| Everyday that be the forte
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| Lay in the cut, never take a shawt buck, believe that
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| Where the weed at roll up, see yeen got cha money right
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| Partna gotta hold up, Sho nuff see business is business
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| I gotta bend a corner in a minute
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| Smash the gas, stash the cash
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| Keep it to the flo
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| Gotta stay on they ass, can’t give 'em no leeway
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| Smoked out on the freeway
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| Chevrolet wit the brains blowed Congal and Dro
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| Yeen know, so hence fro the
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| We gone ball y’all till the reign
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| Fall and when they reign
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| Fall we gone ball y’all
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| A yes, yes y’all
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| Hook:(x2)
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| It’s like bounce, rock, skate
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| Rock up, roll and get the papes
|
| Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state
|
| Hit the first one like the sweepstakes
|
| And we gon all eat cheese steaks
|
| Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what
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| (Slimm)
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| Boy I’m spit shine nickel clean dead serious bout this pickle green
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| Make moves then we shake the scene
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| Rule one is to know your team
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| To avoid infiltration of your cream
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| Cause all sleepers get is a dream
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| And that’s on everything in between
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| From the Remy X-O to the Monte Cristos
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| Rapped around crypto but never too good to blow
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| A fifty-dollar O of Jam Toe you know sucka boy play Rambo
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| Get sliced off the hambone its Slimm and Slick Backbone
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| We get the track blown
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| For a dollar Calhoun Scholar in a Caprice or Impala
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| Watch these hoes holler
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| See it take bread to make bread, we only count in grands
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| I’m trying to stack like the Sultan of Sudan
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| For a 500 Sedan and a spot in the sands
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| God Damn!
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| Hook:(x3)
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| It’s like bounce, rock, skate
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| Rock up, roll and get the papes
|
| Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state
|
| Hit the first one like the sweepstakes
|
| And we gon all eat cheese steaks
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| Believe me, it ain’t easy, to get cheesy, what, what |