| Wonabee wonabee
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| Everybody wonabee
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| Like a young G Gold teeth, drinkin’Hennessy
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| Slang a ounce, to a bird
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| In the street, like the curb
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| Candy paint, twenty chrome
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| Chiefin’on green herb
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| I got this clout NOW!
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| Back in the day, I wasn’t here NOW!
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| Since I been droppin’these verses
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| I’m out the head
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| Just like the babies wanna think I’ll come home
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| I’m from the South bloaw,
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| I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
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| Real quick, y’all squeezin’them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
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| Any fly lil’mama’s boy, who movin’up on the block
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| Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin'
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| Gangsta Boo know where she stay
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| Between the nozzle you layin'
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| You tryna wear my shoes
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| You tryna wear my clothes
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| You tryna be like me,
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| I’m tryna be like you bro,
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| What I’m really tryna say
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| You got to keep it all real
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| You can’t be takin’no deal
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| You gotta get you a meal
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| See it’s hard out here,
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| Peeps’ll end ya career
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| See it’s hard out here
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| People put you in a wheelchair
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| I’m tryna give you a meal
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| I’m tryna keep it all real
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| See you be fakin’a deal
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| So I’ma let ya see how it feel
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| Thinkin’ya ballin’this bangin'
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| Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
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| You wish that was your life
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| So y’all been yappin’for a chiefy
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| Ya greedy and fiendin’to be a happy? |
| sa-super chi?
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| But you don’t think it because there’s plenty
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| of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
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| Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
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| I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
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| And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
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| To requilinquish? |
| your master start, playa,
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| I can’t play yo album mack,
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| And everybody can’t be on the same thing
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| And everybody can’t be a known rapper
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| Know what I tell ya exactly
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| In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
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| Riding in a steamed up car
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| Lex, wid them tinted windows
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| Pushing down the Boulevard
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| In the mouth you see the grill
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| You face a playa cause he real
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| Not because he roll and smoke
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| Or cut some deals, for the bills
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| Plus I’m tryna stack some G’s
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| Pushing weight like quarter kis
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| Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?
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| Freak you betta hit your knees
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| Never will I save a broad
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| Gangsta playas comin’hard
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| Chickenheads get out my car
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| I’m leavin’frantic in the park
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| Y’all hatas ain’t no killas
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| Y’all hatas be hoes
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| Cause neither one is ridin’down blastin
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| Wid hugs and vogues
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| Them boys tryna play the hard role
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| They get a head hole
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| Them boys shoulda played the smart role
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| And kept they ass closed
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| Instead ah sayin', what they saw
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| What I did, and who I did it to Who else is in on it?
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| Who else you told?
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| I’m yellow paging 'em too
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| I had it up to here
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| I’m killin’this bullshit
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| Y’all fingers on triggers
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| And all them niggas on bullshit
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| So you wanna be ah,
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| Playa just like me ah,
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| Ridin’on tortillahs,
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| Choppin’up a ki ah,
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| Project dodgin’lizos,
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| Glocka in my drizaws,
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| Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
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| Do you have a hizap?,
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| To unload a trigga,
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| Crushin’on ya paper,
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| Thinkin’youse a faker,
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| Now you got to do 'em
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| Or get played for a sucka,
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| Handle that use that gat
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| Or live like a clucka |