| Uhhh
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| All the trucks
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| Chris tucker black
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| The Ashton white like ashton in
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| A trucker hat
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| Put my city on the map
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| (I carry them)
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| And keep bum bitches quiet
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| (Librarian)
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| It ain’t about dat money
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| Then darlin wut u mean
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| Should pay for the Celtics
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| How I’m ballin for dis green
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| And Dunk em for the team
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| Bout dat real action
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| Rock too many rings
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| Call me Phil Jackson
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| Shawty let me coach you
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| I could make the game real cold
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| U wasn’t raised up right
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| No field goal
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| Let’s get it
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| I’m chargin them too much now
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| Call me when u run across that green
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| Touchdown!
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| God damn, swagga so official
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| The ballin never stop
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| They might have to blow the whistle
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| Oh man, either when they do it
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| That ain’t stopping nothin shorty
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| We still getting to it
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| Overtime, overtime
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| Stuntin in a drop top
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| Ballin like I never seen a shot clock
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| I call it over time, overtime
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| Swagga so official
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| The ballin never stop
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| They might have to blow the whistle
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| The game don’t change
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| Only change is the players
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| Exclusive bitch I flow
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| the craft in the air
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| Back shots sho did
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| U fuckin with the mayor
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| Since I’m the chief
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| All I comprehend is Catier
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| The majic city queen
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| Bodeya? |
| Is my catalog
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| Additional wages, u can’t speak my shoe dialog
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| I’m the best bitch, fuck the rest bitch
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| I got these broads buyin lands
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| Take (take take take) a rest bitch
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| OVERTIME
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| Time and Two quarters
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| Time and a half, gave birth to three daughters
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| Pretty money royal, bout to set if off
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| We takin tops off and pop off
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| And tearin bitches blocks off
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| Might see me crusin versace
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| Or peep me flowin in fendi
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| Gangsta bouji and pretty
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| Ethiopian and Trini
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| Bout to grab me them Bentleys
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| Tell em ship it to the new place
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| That I just moved in from all shoe space
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| YUP
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| I’m getting money
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| And I’m barely home
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| That’s just basic intincts
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| No Sharon Stone
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| Sorry that I’m headed to the top
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| And goin there alone
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| And old school cause elly frames
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| And a hair and bone
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| You ridin out
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| Then hit the clutch and shift
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| Sucka ship been known to blow me
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| Like a dutch and piff
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| U bout ya fuckin chips
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| Then ya’ll just as there
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| And errybody else is in a Boss Bitches World |