| Niggas try me, catch fifty first
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| Choppa so big nigga hit reverse
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| I’mma draw down on you and your partner so perfect
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| You gon' think this shit rehearsed
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| I can spit the verse but can’t handle the repercussions
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| AK clips and Russians
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| Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts
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| So you know the coats is Tuscan
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| Teddy Ruxpin, nigga, I’m a bear
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| Black kush, weed, nigga, put it in the air
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| Black mink cover up the living room chair
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| Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there
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| Westside, I can make a killing over there
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| Eastside, I can’t pimp without Slim
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| Spodee on deck, can’t kill it without him
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| Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow
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| I was kickin' my shit, just cooling
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| Bout to smoke another O
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| Kickin' my feet up, young nigga G’d up
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| Probably rollin' with your ho
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| Now all these folks got somethin' to say
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| About where I be and where I go
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| I heard niggas was lookin' for me
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| Pussy nigga, here I go
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| Probably with your bitch
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| Big butt, can’t fit up in the Six
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| A hundred whole bucks’ll get you two purple zips
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| A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch
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| She don’t wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist
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| Tell her like Young Dro: «fuck that bitch»
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| (I said fuck that bitch) Bought a 357
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| Went back to the neighborhood, burnt that bitch
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| You niggas better go on with the buster shit
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| I send 50 then empty out another clip
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| I’m Westside ridin' my hooptie still
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| On the phone seeing where my little cousin is
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| I’m on the Southside right now
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| It ain’t nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools
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| And nigga we so deep, so don’t even
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| If it ain’t on me, I’m strapped like a fool, biatch!
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| I know a nigga that cut work, bitch
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| Ride with bricks like it’s no risk
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| Buddy, yay cost two bands
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| I’m so mu’fuckin' focused
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| But these niggas said they G? |
| They some pussies to me
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| Ten years in the game, still a rookie to me
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| You don’t like what I’m saying? |
| Here I’m is in your face
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| Right now, yeah, nigga, you ain’t gotta look for me
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| I was kickin' my shit, just cooling
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| Bout to smoke another O
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| Kickin' my feet up, young nigga G’d up
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| Probably rollin' with your ho
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| Now all these folks got somethin' to say
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| About where I be and where I go
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| I heard niggas was lookin' for me
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| Pussy nigga, here I go
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| I’m made for this
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| Steak and lobster, my table’s dish
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| Been kickin' this flavor shit
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| No Lacoste but this 'gator, bitch (watch out, ho)
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| Dro is my brother from another mother
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| We made the clique
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| Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
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| Fuck with us, get your tater split
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| I spit rhymes like I’m 6'9 and my cadences
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| Leave pricks tryna to depict lines
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| Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch)
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| Bitch I’m big time, don’t play with this
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| I’ve got six 9s, when I clip mine
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| Your whole clique dying, Accadians (yeah)
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| We the 300, nigga
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| If you want the ho, you’d better come and get her
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| It’s pimpin here, I ain’t no baby sitter
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| I’ve got 30 shoes with 'gator in 'em (checks)
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| Pussy-ass niggas so lame
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| Go all bare for the limelight (limelight)
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| Fuck what you heard
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| That chopper’ll get a mu’fucka’s mind right
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| I was kickin' my shit, just cooling
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| Bout to smoke another O
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| Kickin' my feet up, young nigga G’d up
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| Probably rollin' with your ho
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| Now all these folks got somethin' to say
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| About where I be and where I go
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| I heard niggas was lookin' for me
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| Pussy nigga, here I go
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
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| I’m doper than a drum full of crack
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| I get it popping like a lightning bolt
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| Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back
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| My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick
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| My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap
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| My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt
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| Your mama holler: «Ain't nobody got time for that!»
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| Turn from a human to a wolf on the song (rah, rah, rah, rah…)
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| Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes
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| They be standin' in the front screaming: «We want more!»
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| I was at it for an hour
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| She couldn’t catch her breath, but still she want more
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| After the show, I handle my motherfuckin' business
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| Need I say more?
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| T.I. |
| sent me a song and said: «OG, merk that bitch!»
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| He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar
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| So I lit up and hurt that bitch
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| Give a fuck? |
| Now wassup, give a shit, suck my dick
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| Give a damn, here I am — you lookin' for me, bitch?!
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go)
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o
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| Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (pussy nigga, here I go) |