| Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
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| Can’t nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
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| Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
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| Can’t nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
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| My stove lit my blunt for me this mornin' (Ooh)
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| Ooh, don’t get me started (Ooh)
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| I just spent my last bit of finances recordin'
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| Sinkin', it’s a ice box where my heart is (Ooh)
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| Roll a whole Omarion, get so high you can’t touch me, heh
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| You can’t touch me
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| Centipede my speed, take time with it
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| Hate when a motherfucker try rush me
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| Oh, the shit musty, roll up a KD
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| Odorize, I been on overdrive, tryna feel somethin'
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| Lost my lil' nigga in August and aw
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| Am I 'posed to feel normal about it? |
| Like, nah
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| Caution when you puttin' on a facade
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| Let it ride for too long and ya' soul be gone
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| Ooh, Jamie Foxx and that cartoon role
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| We send balloons to the sky for my new angel
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Sometimes when I get like this
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| I burn right through my whole zip
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| Sometimes when I get like this
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| I might run that check up, I deserve it
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| Bring them cups out, I deserve it
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| Fully loaded and it got me swervin'
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| Put that pussy on me, I deserve it
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| Uh, yeah
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| Ain’t seen my friends, bussin' my shins
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| Been grindin'-nin', I been up for days
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| One day this shit gone pay my kids
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| Like Friday, Craig, run me my money today-day
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| Mike Epps, two step on a payday
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| Peanut butter seats goin' nuts on the e-way
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| Baby, I ain’t doin' anythin' if I don’t feel it, feel it
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| Gotta feel it like my teeth ache
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| Emotional, don’t get me started
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| I’m chokin' the bottle the hardest
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| I might jump on somebody daughter
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| Cos Amigos got me so honest, I’m sorry
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| Sometimes when I get like this
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| I burn right through my whole zip
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| Sometimes when I get like this
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| I might run that check up, I deserve it
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| Bring them cups out, I deserve it
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| Fully loaded and it got me swervin'
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| Put that pussy on me, I deserve it
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| Sometimes I pour it
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| Sometimes I drink about it
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| Sometimes I get high
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| Get in my head and think about it
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| Sometimes I pour it
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| Sometimes I drink about it
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| Sometimes I get high
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| Get in my head and think about it
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| Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
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| Can’t nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
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| Pounds in the trash, can Gucci do the dishes?
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| Can’t nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
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| Gucci Mane gon' love y’all |