| My auntie, she invited me to a potluck
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| She wanted me to meet a young buck
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| But it gotta be, defined, if I’m all 'round some swine
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| Smellin that shit, watchin weak niggaz jet
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| Now they lookin at me, sayin who is this nigga
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| If I went and bust my shit they’d be all in my face
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| Talkin my nigga you play a lot, stick to hip-hop
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| But I’ve been where you at, bustin and fadin the team hat
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| Sellin my smack, and nigga you don’t know times
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| I’ve been, with a big ass back
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| I know you worried about me, I’m with that crew S.V.
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| My name is Baatin, ras who I see
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| You wanna get buck buck, niggaz like you get fold up I know I’m older when I’m lookin over your shoulder
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| You hoe, I’m the one that sold you the ki of brown boulder
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| Hold up, hold up~!
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| I think I’m now ready, just to rock cold steady
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| Wit’cha girl from on the block, cause she all on the jock
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| And if your girl is on my jock, she gonna get her yoni knocked up Hold up, hold up |