| Well Baby Beesh, that’s my handle, money mackin'
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| Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and
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| Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando
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| Squares don’t understando
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| Play like a piano when I’m flipping through the
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| Channel, man don’t make me lose convultions, chokin'
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| On some doja, cars keep flippin' over
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| Getting' Jags and Testerosas
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| Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober
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| Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster
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| Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
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| Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
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| Fifty-fifty I’m a playa, slash money maker by nature
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| I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
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| Make a good girl turn to sinna
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| Puttin' inches all up in her
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| Blaze the bitch up now she’s a bread winner
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| I’m a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
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| Nigga, don’t try to fight it, give it up, let it go
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| Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. |
| (x3)
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| Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. |
| (x5)
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| I remember way back in the day
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| I used to get spankings from my momma
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| But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The
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| Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas
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| Little mommas say I’m a sex symbol
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| I come through with the blue Coug
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| And shit I’m thinkin' Lexus Limo
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| I’m a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
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| And the pinky ring I’m gonna blind
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| Cuz it’s my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
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| Right in your spine
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| Every time you talkin' down my rhyme
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| Boy I beat yo lil' behind
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| And stop and rewind, feel my lines
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| Bottle like me, I’m gonna shine
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| Little Christian on a mission
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| But listen he gaining recognition
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| In the Expedition, it’s gonna glistin'
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| Got a line and he went fishin'
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| Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a
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| Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano
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| Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto
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| Nigga I’m the one, the Christian
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| The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon
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| I’m swangin' fo’s, I’m slangin' hoes
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| Representing of the way Houston
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| These boys ain’t ready for the age of Levy in a SS
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| Chevy on perely
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| Nigga I be sippin' lean
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| And I’m counting green
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| Cuz boy I’m all about my feria (feria)
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| I promise this song is harder than my dick is
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| I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens
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| Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
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| Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
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| I’m best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
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| Momma mad, cuz I just just failed my piss test
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| Brain deader than a door knob
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| This is, for my road dog
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| Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob
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| I’m so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
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| The one to put a dope house
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| I’m sorry but it won’t stop
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| My door got kicked in once before
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| And I’m sho' they won’t try that stupid shit no more
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| I put holes up in they asses
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| Broke em' like some glasses
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| Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
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| Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans
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| Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines |