| Champagne pourin', big joint rollin'
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| Bombay sippin', bad bitch gettin'
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| Just got the whip detailed
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| 800 horses in the car, V-12
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| My girl doing her nails, don’t let the polish spill
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| As I bend the corners, tilting down the hill cup on chill
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| Triple stacked up, racked up with a deal
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| Do what I want, man, bump how they feel
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| About it I’m about it nigga that’s just how it is
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| Fast cars, gold chains that’s just how I live
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| You don’t like it, do something
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| Scrap and shoot somethin'
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| Niggas all bark, no bite, ain’t gon' do nothing
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| Weak lames hate see a young king stunting
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| In my King James 100 miles and runnin'
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| All my niggas gettin' papers ain’t nobody here for nothin'
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| And they all killing for me so don’t let 'em get the dumpin'
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| For my homies dead and gone, go and spill something
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| Livin' for my niggas in the feds doing real numbers
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| Heavy rotations on the blunts ain’t tryna feel nothing, zoned out
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| Glass house comes with the push buttons, overdrive
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| I’m Superfly, Ron O’Neal suit and tie
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| Hustler to the max, if you want it done right homie come to the wax
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| Ey, homie, you need some help? |
| (*Gunshots*) Punk ass niggas, come on niggas
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| A-Wax in the two seater
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| Bad diva pourin' a pint in a two liter
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| Blue flannel tan khaki’s tucking two heaters
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| 45 Desert Eagles fitted by Leaders
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| Blue sneakers stay fleet when I’m out
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| Gold in my mouth talk diamonds like a jeweler
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| Rings on my fingers call me Slick Rick the Ruler
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| Whoever don’t like me middle finger to ya
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| Booyah, booyah I send shots straight through ya
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| Talents rip you apart niggas can’t kill ya
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| Don’t compare my talent to y’all, y’all niggas straight losers
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| I’m a bully, I’m a Boozer, couch standin' Tom Cruiser
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| My champagne cooler, plain Jane Muller
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| Blueberry Swisher sweets Mary Jane blower
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| Leave with any girl that I choose like I know her
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| Passionate 'bout my game, like Joakim Noah
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| I’m a bull |