| This here I’m going insane, mental disease
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| Puttin’a bar up to a place, niggas can’t reach
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| Bout to cop so many chains, lil Mr. t Doe boy she give me brain, she needed degree
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| She dropped it to the floor, she did it for the cheese
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| Told her that I need some more, she did it with sleaze
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| Clique full of G’s
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| And they go ape, don’t swing through the trees
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| Tried, them triggers will squeeze
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| Did it with sleaze
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| And your wifey love a nigga with sleeves
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| Hit it and leave
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| I ain’t stressing, when will you niggas believe
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| Shit is a breeze
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| Give me the keys
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| Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
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| Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
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| They say I run the game, literally
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| I’m walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
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| My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
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| My job is sleazy, its way too easy
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| Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
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| Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
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| Ain’t too much hustling
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| Get it go straight to the bank, my nigga I can't get enough of it Ashes all over my jeans, if this shit stank I'm puffing it Trying to do shit just like Puff did it Dirty ass game, ain't no |
| loving it That nigga hates, bitches lovin'it
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| They say I run the game
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| Got fortune, fuck the fame
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| My garage is like a showroom, couple ounces in my brain
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| Damn she fine, niggas can be Buy me all the newest things, my dick is for free
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| Everywhere I go, my weeds in it My crew-necks reps jeans with it Take no swag, mix sleaze with it Take your ho, spend cheese with us Everywhere I go, my weeds in it My crew-necks reps jeans with it Take no |
| swag, mix sleaze with it Taylor Gang, we beast with it Taylor Gang
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| If you real badass, you know what I’m talking bout
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| Fuck the rules, we make our own
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| I’m my own bars
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| I count my own money
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| I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it And I’m sleazy as hell
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| Feel me? |