| Crayola my cars, free Lil Boosie
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| Keep the line around the building, got me riding around no ceiling (Skrttt)
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| Riding around with no feelings, if you play with me, I’m killing
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| Make me jump out and get silly, dump out nine millies
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| Fuck I’m talkin bout, we got big tools with the trash bags for the chopper
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| shells
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| Yeah, we ain’t missing, but we’ll leave you missing
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| You niggas suspect, you fit the description
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| I’m looking for a gudda bitch that can get the prescription (Yeah)
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| I got them hundred dollar quarters, fuck with me (fuck with me)
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| One twenty at the twelv (twelve), you better have your scale
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| You a puss, Vagisil, Massengill
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| Your baby mama pussy (aghhh) had that slut bitch stashing pills
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| If I wasn’t rapping, be in traffic with them vacuum seal
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| Pass it to the passenger four racks get you some daffodil
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| Riding 2K14, five for bout a half a mil
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| I throw my shows like money off album sales and I don’t have a deal
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| Bitch I, bitch I grind hard (Lito), ain’t much more to the story (Nope)
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| This nigga say I owe him (lyin) but he couldn’t be looking for me (Bitch)
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| Said fuck riding foreign cause they’re soldiers over there warring (Yeah)
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| Mr. president, do you at least have some healthcare for him?
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| I pay more taxes than my next door neighbor
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| He don’t get profiled
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| So I wake up in a Bugatti, fell asleep in a dope pile
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| This coke droppin' been going on for eight years straight
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| Oh thrills charging twelve to my album brick blade, 'ey
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| Then I, then I dropped my first mixtape
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| Outer limits, prison passin, we was clubbing every day
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| In the projects all day
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| Shootin twenty, bet whatever
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| I came a long way, glad I got my shit together
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| Bitch I grind hard, ain’t much more to the story (niggas ain’t no killers, man)
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| Y’all niggas ain’t no killers, man, y’all niggas some hoes
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| You niggas ain’t no killers, you niggas some hoes |