| I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
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| Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground
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| Ball five, part mix and ten stones
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| I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball,
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| I be turnt up the worst way catch me in the trap
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| Riding one deep solo with that pistol in my lap
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| On I-75 that’s the bottom of the map
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| I’m from Clayton County Riverdale where niggas love to trap
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| Man them youngins off the molly shootin' at the police
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| I’mma pour this fucking liquor for the dead homies
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| Man I blow, how you know this shit is bugging that’s a fact
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| I got money habits automatics all around me
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| You know you really gettin' money
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| If you cook your own keys
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| I don’t fuck with lames pussy, snitches or the police
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| Squad!
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| I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
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| Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground
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| Ball five, part mix and ten stones
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| I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Clayton County on lock like it should, nigga
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| Scooter,
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| Cookin' while I’m countin' got a jug on expressway
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| Two hundred thousand dollar play been on the way since yesterday
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| He like his dope cooked dog cause he can’t even cook me in
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| And I whip it three different ways
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| Million dollar risk game.
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| My risk bought this gold chain
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| Drive with water, we’ll shake the pie cook game
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| Lot of old heads still cooking out the microwaves
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| We got our own dope
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| Black legal stretchin' everythang
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| Click going flocka flame, ain’t juging with the dirt game
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| Cook jug in everything, prices an' whole thang
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| Stay calm, free band
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| I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
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| Can’t wait til that touch down on the ground
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| Ball five, part mix and ten stones
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| I don’t want no part bitches, hard wood flows
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga
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| Cook jug, cook jug, cook jug, nigga |