| Designer, all my attire!
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| You broke boys over there looking retired
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| Look at them trainers, looking all tired
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| Someone pass me a lighter
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| I’m high, but i’m about to get higher!
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| Suspectin', ballin
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| Don’t step on my toes
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| Said watch out, don’t touch me
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| You gon' wrinkle my silk
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| We ballers, this the Street League
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| Clink a bottle, make a toast
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| They talking, they some talkers
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| But the mandem keep it trill
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| Talking all of this crud!
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| Then them niggas started snitching
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| Still him em' all up, then them niggas starting quittin
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| The jakes couldn’t stop us
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| Man them niggas are some bitches!
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| Roll round with the snub
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| Must’have thought the mandem was kiddin
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| You niggas scared or nah
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| Riding voluntary in your drum
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| Talkin' ish on the net, i bet a bag you won’t come
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| My niggas so solid, i’ll have all you romeo’s done
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| Matter fact back it out, watch em' all fucking run!
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| You know your boy S pect, he 100 like a ton
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| Big 4 my muscle, nigga picture me running
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| Memba when they roll’d down the block
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| I reached for my mash, and they spun
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| Aye, I gotta shout out to my gun
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| Like thanks for protecting me
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| From all of these treacherous thieves
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| Like hollowman said, the fizzy gon' bring him to his knees
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| I heard a rumor through the grapevine
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| That a certain someone was on me
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| I had T at his neck, turn a gassed yout to a zombie
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| They wan’t money like weebs
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| But i wan’t money like saudi
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| Water in the pot just whirring
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| Got the yard smelling like sardines
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| And they know I’m shotting that Charlie
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| My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money!
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| From way back, they know we been getting this money
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| Check out my bust out party
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| Got the team logo in my charm b
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| Diamonds are dancin on me
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| Life is lovely
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| Aha! |
| I remember when i used to be ugly
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| Its Webay but she call me webbie
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| Never hear i’m suckin on narni
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| Never catch a nigga on molly
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| I smoke alot of ganja like Marley
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| Wanna get the money like Clark B
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| Choppin up benz karate
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| I’m ballin outta control Bitch!
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| Ain’t been home for a whole week
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| Pop up outta nowhere give a stack like hold this!
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| And hold your lips!
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| I dont want no shit!
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| Ahaha! |
| I’m home sick!
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| Like hold this Dick! |