| This that boy E40 water mayne. |
| Know what I’m talkin bout off this good ole
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| burgondale coserosolini.
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| We fin to do our thug disolini mayne. |
| Trillville up in this booth mayne.
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| What is it? |
| You know what I’m talkin bout? |
| Real saucy real flossy mayne.
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| We pimpin, and that’s what we talkin bout mayne.
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| Square-ass niggas mayne tear up outta here mayne, You know mayne get somewhere
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| where they money at mayne. |
| We bosses mayne. |
| You know what I’m talkin bout?
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| Yeeee!
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| Don P this, Don P that
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| Don P pockets always fat.
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| I guess that’s that on that
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| better get a tic-tac fore you start the chit chat.
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| I ain’t ludacris but nigga get back
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| you like that group criss cross
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| you wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack!
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| And I’m a miggidy niggidy nack,
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| spit game to these hoes like pimpin Ken on the track.
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| Take a trip to Miami. |
| Where the ladies love me and niggas treat me like family.
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| Trill recognize trill holla at yo folk.
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| where you at Over here by lake posted on my boat.
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| See you a funny nigga, somethin like a joke,
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| and I’m a money nigga somethin like nice dro.
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| They say if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, so I guess I’m gon keep on pimpin.
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| Gals love me (cause I’m pimpin)
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| Lawyers hate me (cause I’m pimpin)
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| In V.I.P. |
| (cause I’m pimpin)
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| Wit my G’s (cause I’m pimpin)
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| Y’all niggas ain’t talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin)
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| Y’all niggas ain’t talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin)
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| I’m all about pimpin, mackin, hustlin, stackin.
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| Everything I touch goes gold or platinum.
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| Camera, action, don’t forget about the lights.
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| Last name dough and my first name money right.
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| The A is the city, the town is the click.
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| And I got my own hands, I can grab my own dick.
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| I rep who I’m wit, that bird on the vid.
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| And last but not least you know that BME click.
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| See I’m a trill nigga, so I speak trill talk.
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| Dirty mouth the gucci mayne got millions in the vault. |
| (For real?)
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| A payed nigga from the Ville, so you hatin niggas better chill on the fake talk.
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| Runnin off at your mouth like a relay.
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| Well check out how my gun run this replay.
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| Pow! |
| reloadin on yo bitch ass.
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| Sneak up from behind ya like a snake up in the grass.
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| How could I have one tooth in my mouth and not a scottish nickle to my name,
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| and still pull your bootch like a crane.
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| Funny nigga is tired, he been dipped in sucka sauce.
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| I’m movin in, you can tell that ho ass nigga he can get lost.
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| Cause I’m the whip daddy is, he the whip daddy ain’t
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| Mine look like it been dipped in shellack his shit look like spray paint.
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| Y’all be jaw jackin, my pockets hella fat.
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| How many rappers you know that can turn down a hundred thousand,
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| Can you do that?
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| It’s the year of the throw back and I ain’t talkin bout jerseys.
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| The original tycoon playboy, I’m back like herpes.
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| We burn pirelli meat smoke up the block and cause pollution.
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| Til the tires bald, til they smooth like proactive solution.
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| I like to ball, but I ain’t talkin bout hoopin.
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| I pump that weight like they do in the institution.
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| Yo partnas in the club lookin like they gamin.
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| My partnas in the club lookin like the mafia. |