| Heatmakerz
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| Crack Music
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| We just tryin' to be more diplomatic in certain situations
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| But don’t ever forget, don’t ever think that we slippin' or lackin'
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| Hrgh, I started with a grand of pack
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| Once I finished, then re-up and then I ran it back
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| Parked in front the buildin', I was watchin' where my grandma at
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| Seems like everybody watchin' through a camera snap
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| Checked the manifest and asked the pilot where we landin' at
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| Jumpin' off the isle while we dockin' where the sand was at
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| She love the sauce boss and I be drippin' like candle wax
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| This Bentley four-door is like the straw that broke the camel back
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| I was watchin' all these rappers rockin' fanny packs
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| I was askin' myself, «What kind of man is that?»
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| And that’s a shot muhfucka, can you handle that?
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| Make a phone call and have you parkin' where it’s handicap
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| And all these questions they be askin', me and Cam are back
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| It’s Diplomats for life, muhfucka, and I stand on that (Dipset!)
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| Two desert eagles like the eagle in my chain
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| This game is like a drug, that’s like a needle to the vein
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| Killa been said there’s no needin' to explain
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| 'Cause these selfish muhfuckas don’t appreciate the game
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| They don’t appreciate this shit
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| It’s like they copped a new car, it just depreciates and shit
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch
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| Slurp it up like spaghetti hoe
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| Got that sauce, got that flavor, that oregano
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| Kept it on me but I kept it low
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| Only time I let it show is when I let it go
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| Santana, hoe, you already know
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| Yeah, neck lookin' like the levees broke
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| Still got that perico straight from Mexico
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| 'Bout my paper, every decimal
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| I ain’t French but all my bitches c’est si bon
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| No time to love 'em, I just fuck 'em and I let 'em go
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| Uh, gigalo, Deuce Bigalow
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| Gotta hit her with the give-and-go
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| They all birds, gotta let 'em roam
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| When you see me, boy salute me, I’m a general
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| Or end up on my plate gettin' ate like a dinner roll
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| Still ridin' high, leanin' low
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, Dipset bitch
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| Santa, yeah I’ma hit the bank, then to my crib with the lake
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| Inside a catfish, I don’t mean no picture prank
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| I’m talkin' 'bout my dinner plate, mac and finished steak
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| What about my vegetables? |
| Watch carats in the face
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| Did I indicate, baby you lookin' in the face
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| Of a man that every other month go out some different place
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| So fix your face, we flyin', fuck the interstate
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| You could bring a couple friends, the others I’ll eliminate
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| She said why? |
| 'Cause it’s like the playoffs
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| Takin' some days off, you comin' or not girl?
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| This is the addy, be there or be square, 10 a.m. is the takeoff
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| No time to tongue wrestle
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| 200K here on this young bezel
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| She left in a Camry, Plan B
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| It ain’t my fault that she can’t see
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| You could see it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Yeah, how we walk, how we talk, how we talk
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| See it drippin', spillin' off, spillin' off
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| Them boyz got the sauce, got the sauce, got the sauce
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| Them boyz got the sauce, dipset bitch |