| It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
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| But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
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| Baking soda and a Triple Beam, I remember
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| Loaded fully auto-magazine, I remember
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| I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
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| But if you put that pussy right up in my face
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| I remember, the way she put it down on the flo'
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| I remember the way she bring it down on the pole
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| I remember
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| Pop the pussy don’t play with it, I don’t care if Kanye hit it
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| I don’t care if Jay hit it, I’mma eat it up and I’mma lay wit' it
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| We shot a choppa' at the gun range, got stupid cars, got dumb change
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| Red bottoms, let the tongue hang, got a off-white Porsche, cum stain
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| I’m whippin' work (I remember), Roll up that Purp' (I remember)
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| Po' up that surp, (I don’t remember) How Tunechi had that purple slushie
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| Comin' out that blender
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| Got a Keisha, got a Ronda, got a Neisha, got a Tanya, got a Teisha
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| And had a Honda, and I eat her Anaconda
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| Got condomds in that condo, got kush greener than Rondo
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| Still hit me up for that blow, You already know
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| It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
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| But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
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| Baking soda and a Triple Beam, I remember
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| Loaded fully auto-magazine, I remember
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| I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
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| But if you put that pussy right up in my face
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| I remember, the way she put it down on the flo'
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| I remember the way she bring it down on the pole
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| I remember
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| Got a Rolls Royce, got a black Benz, Got a bad bitch, with some bad friends
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| She bring em' through and I fuck them, but I don’t fuck with them in public
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| Got random bitches just walkin' up, they be like «Do you remember us?»
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| She show me that tat, on her ass, and I be like «I remember»
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| Chop it up, like a blender, I fuck then I befriend her
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| Got a red bitch call her Ginger, Ass and Cash on my agenda
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| You buy the bitch, we rent her, she took the cash and I sent her
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| That pussy prolly' so tight, callin that shit 'Illegal Tender'
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| (Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up), That’s a young nigga dinner
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| Fish eyes to a fuckin' Lion, that’s Visene, nigga never cry
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| We the young niggas wild’n out, talkin' shit to niggas that’s 35
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| Yo daughter pull in my driveway, I smash that in overdrive
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| It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
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| But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
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| Baking soda and a Triple Beam, I remember
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| Loaded fully auto-magazine, I remember
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| I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
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| But if you put that pussy right up in my face
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| I remember, the way she put it down on the flo'
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| I remember the way she bring it down on the pole
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| I remember |