| Dope boy swag to the max on 'em
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| Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on 'em
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| Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet
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| Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach
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| BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up
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| Word to my mother I don’t give a fuck
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| Like a fronting ho
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| I ain’t fronting though
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| I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go
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| Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets
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| And you can feel that when I get a beat
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| D-town raps you can see my sheet
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| I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach
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| Fuzz lit, thug shit
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| New York City crack house drug shit
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| That’s what the fuck I’m representing
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| 30 cash for the cross what the fuck am I repenting nigga?
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| Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
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| BSB in the hood we the Medellín
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| I’m all good wearing heavy bling
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| Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
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| My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
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| My niggas putting holes up in everything
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| Niggas who ain’t selling no records look defeated
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| No shades on in the club, clothes repeated
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| Since '02 I told you I ain’t need it
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| Billie Jean step on the square tell you to Beat It
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| Bricks in my backpack, scale and the black mac
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| Niggas don’t talk on the phone, they can tap that
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| Unwrap raw, ice a tall mix
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| Once it shrink wrapped, mummify bricks
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| 100 thousand dollar car minimums
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| And they’re candy color coated like an m&m
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| Came with the bleach blonde bitch who love’s eminem
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| And a tan on her skin like a Timberland
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| Everything nigga I got everything
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| Money cash hoes that’s my everything
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| Niggas talking like they heavy slang
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| We get it straight from the Medellín |