| CMT, CMT wattup baby
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| Nigga Its town shit bay area shit nigga
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| I don’t think they ready for this one my nigga
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| Uh uh I’m here nigga
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| YEAY!
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| Team’s in the buildin
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| Lets go
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| Yo I see we got the hood scared and I ain’t even started yet
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| It’s Carson Cocky a Problem the rawest threath
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| I’m in a rawest jects hoodrats are the sex
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| Game day is Brain day who got the hardest neck
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| Earned all respect I rather get moe doe
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| Take it to the O, Stroll, High Heels Lo Lo
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| Niggas get rolled on hear this bay talk
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| Disgustin like meetin bay niggas who crip walk
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| Town shit clown with niggas who turfed out
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| I’m raw wit it hard wit it niggas get merked out
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| We perk out say its team you heard of us
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| Coke white tee, blue jeans and burnt gloves
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| Roll wit O.G.'s I’m off in the deep East
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| Hood Block niggas E-A-Ski and CMT
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| You seein me fuck naw your broad fuck dos
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| Clyde Carson is pumpin this Moe Doe fuck y’all
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| Moe Doe You know
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| Moe Doe Fasho
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| If you don’t know
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| I rather Get Moe Doe
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| Moe doe polo
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| Loco fasho
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| If you don’t know
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| I ratha get moe doe
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| Moe doe polo
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| Loco fasho
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| If you don’t know
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| I ratha get moe doe
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| Moe doe polo
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| Loco fasho
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| If you don’t know
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| I ratha get moe doe
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| Ya boy ya know what they call the boy
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| Young Kizah that boarda boy
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| The king of the SockYa Boy
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| Shots come to ya block DESTROY
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| Won’t get at ya boy
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| … OK
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| That boy can’t spit
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| Ya have a better chance
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| Of gettin a deal with a blank disc
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| Moe Doeing Team we make hits
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| Prince broke with no dough
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| Pimp please make cents
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| Shootin Radio Musics they don’t play shits
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| What? |
| You niggas stupid or you don’t take hits
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| Bay shit hustle basics push brace shit
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| White tee no bracelets guns get facelift
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| H-Spit bleedin speedin by Coliseum
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| And when that boy stuntin
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| Its somethin you gotta see him
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| Its Moe Doe
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| Test My teams a No No
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| My team go loco
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| Put shots through your fo-door fucker
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| Farm Boys YAYUH!
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| All in the do'
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| If you ain’t heard the words
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| Act Like You Know
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| I was roundin around snow through the summa' and the winta'
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| Hittin that ass like a slug pop Glock breakin the inna
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| Eatin niggas fa dinna take suckas food
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| Right now I’m on the urge but really I ain’t cool
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| Its that What you know about how do you surrenda
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| Inhalin niggas M-brake like Rarararararomm
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| Fifteen on a theft scene
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| Tell her shit man boom me on them jeans
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| Gettin things like yamean
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| Fifty the yacky dyke
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| Fore I even had starve
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| Best Believe I’ll be stabbin ya
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| Crackin ya grabbin ya
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| But I think I went off
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| Get off my calls cause ain’t no room
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| For Your M.I. |
| Draws
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| I rip wind pause then fast forward
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| Stop Eject Gone Before You Knew It
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| But |