| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word!
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| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word!
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| Weak niggas think it’s cute
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| Ridin' dick and climbing gooch
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| They ain’t 100 on ma dukes, nigga word!
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| I know they be in cahoots
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| Over my back they gotta boost
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| I’m 'bout to come back off the stoop, nigga word!
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| I ain’t got no motherfuckin' cares
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| Judge sittin' in the chair
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| In his eyes is where I stare at, word!
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| I’m facin' 20 years a pair that’s a 40 listen here
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| It ain’t right and it ain’t fair, it’s wack, word
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| So, it’s life, but I don’t pout a lot
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| I smile in style Gucci’d down to my socks a lot, word!
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| Still fuckin' up the parking lot
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| Exotic cars, matching broads love this chocolate, word!
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| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word!
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| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word!
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| Fork in the stove scrapin' the blue
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| Cookin' the dough’s facin' the blues
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| Like cotton and candy
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| I’m stackin' the youth
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| Should the rollies, rock that goop
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| Good, runnin' them checks in my loops
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| Good, strawberry, but no shortcake
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| Money long as my hallway
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| Mint chip, I eat all day
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| And the nightmares of no parkay
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| I’m a millionaire with a court case
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| I could Tay-K what my flows say
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| My jewelry costs at least 100 bands in your face
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| Only rapper owns several homes and the cars that I race
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| Fuckin' these bitches, gettin' this money
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| Fuck these niggas, they move funny
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| How you real, when you be hungry?
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| You ain’t workin', you a dummy
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| Feet on gummy, stuck on bummy
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| It’s a wrap, boy you a mummy
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| With your hands out, movin' from me
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| My shit buzzin', I got honeys talkin' flavors
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| Asian persuaders, Icy Italians
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| Butter pecan Ricans, vanillas creamin'
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| Chocolates be stylin'
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| Middle East ones love to pray before they get in they throat
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| My Dominican mixed with rum and make a Brugal float
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| It’s good, word!
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| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word!
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| Keep niggas out my loop
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| I get money, keep a coupe
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| Ice and cream, so she scoop
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| Pick up game and I hoop
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| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot
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| Handle business with no suit
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| Blowing heat, don’t get sued
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| (B-b-boom!) word! |