| My steering wheel wood, &my wheels croma.
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| Can’t pay these niggas to leave me alone.
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| I’m so fresh, I’m so fresh.
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| I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter.
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| Sum bout been a trille ass nigga.
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| I’m so fresh.
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| I’m so fresh.
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| Paint candy racin’sribs.
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| Crush dem bitches off the rip.
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| I don’t think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually.
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| See me speedin', cops don’t see em', fuck em'&feed em’wouldn’t wanna be em'.
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| I ain’t scared of ya’ll,
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| I ain’t no regular broad I’ain’t scared at all.
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| Like bone crusher I’ll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big
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| big brone.
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| Ride spinners like 3−6 do. |
| Let me do me nigga you do you.
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| Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.
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| Put a bitch to sleep wake me up when you threw.
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| I’ma get dress so fresh lookin’new and it’s back to the chevy or the cab for
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| you.
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| Chuck &Duece switchin’lanes.
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| Ridin’dat douk &sittin'on things.
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| You ain’t never met a bitch like me and your bitch ain’t never ride a dick like
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| me.
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| Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin’on the street,
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| bitch I’m ridin;
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| BIG.
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| Ain’t too many niggas like me. |
| I’m from a rare breed.
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| I walk it like I talk.
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| Was raise by a G.
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| You ain’t suppose to like me dog, cuz I’m what you wanna be.
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| From top to bottom being trille that’s something that’s in me.
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| It’s a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real nigga.
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| I been out here gettin’money, since I was a lil nigga.
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| I’m loved by these hoes, respected by these killers,
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| it took years of thuggin’to get to this point nigga.
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| I don’t know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks.
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| I been broke, came up and I ain’t going back.
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| Cuz money get you friends, choppers get you respect.
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| Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. |