| Two hoes and a 8 ball
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| John Travolta gas smoke my face off
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| Told her give me face while I make calls
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| White girl with me, look like Kate Moss
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| Loud and lean and liquor for the ladies
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| Talkin crazy, nigga drummin like the cadence
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| Try to play the kid like my name
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| I fuck every bitch I want, just like Michael Lao
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| K to the E to the Y, tossin Don Perignon to the sky
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| For my niggas locked up in the yard
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| For my niggas up there in the sky
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| K to the E to the Y, Thugged out with your bitch gettin high
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| With my middle finger up in the sky
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| Put your middle finger up in the sky
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m dodgin all of these evils
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| Can’t bring me down
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m pray to god that these evils
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| Don’t bring me down
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| Cup filled with Ginger Ale and Jameson all in it
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| Whip filled with hoes with natural hair be faded in it
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| And no I can’t be stingy, you know that I got plenty
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| So I gotta take 'em home, If I don’t my girl be trippin out
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| Way too drunk, it’s already one I might not make it out
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| Pray to god my brother they need to let him out
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| We got our money up now, yeah we made it out
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| Them days of sleeping on the couch, oh yeah they faded out
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| Look at everywhere we been, and where we at now
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| They be frontin hard, but now we never back down
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| I’m just tryna do it right, and y’all just doin me wrong
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| If we can’t do that shit together, then leave me alone
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m dodgin all of these evils
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| Can’t bring me down
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m pray to god that these evils
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| Don’t bring me down
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| Hollywood got 40 I can’t stop cryin
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| She telling me she love me, I’m like stop lying
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| That 40 make em halt like a stop sign
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| You ain’t even gotta worry, boy I got mine
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| I hope you got your jacket, it’s a cold world
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| Getting consoled by your old girl
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| Mi casa su casa I fucked your homegirl
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| She was bein stiff on ya made her toe curl
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| Black niggas lying gettin' they partners time
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| I keep rolling up the pound, tryna not lose my mind
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| K to the E to the Y, runnin up while your bitch get live
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| Still got my middle finger up high
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| Still got my middle finger up high
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m dodgin all of these evils
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| Can’t bring me down
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| I made it out alive, nigga hallelujah
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| I did it for my side, nigga hallelujah
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| I thank god, cathedral
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| I break bread with my people
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| I’m pray to god that these evils
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| Don’t bring me down |