| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Woo, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Double G on my neck and down
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| Double G’s on my neck and down
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| All silenced weapons, you know we don’t make a sound
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| Ricky on my feet, I can’t ever touch the ground
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| Big joops in my cup
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| Forty blacks, light it up
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| I just hit a juug, I made hella bucks
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| Yeah, she heard my song, now she wanna fuck
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| All this jewelry on me, big hearts made of chrome
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| Cookie in my wood, takin' that shit straight to dome
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| Yeah
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| It’s hard to trust a lot of people right now
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| Yeah, yeah
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| They all call you brother when you get them bands
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| Woke up in the morning, my dick in some bitch’s hand
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| Love to hit them stains when I’m off the fuckin' xans
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| I know they love me 'cause they know that Weiland got the plan
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| Undercover, Number (N)ine, baby, check the brands
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| Know he talkin' shit but I know that he a fan
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| Yeah, double G, neck and down
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| Runnin' 'round, make my mama proud
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| Double G, neck and down
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| Runnin' 'round, make my mama proud |