| I told you niggas bout trying to stand the cold
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| He went too far now he can’t find his way home
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| Caraco cold stones all over my coat
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| Switch it back, Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga
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| They say woe don’t swing, I said I won’t but let 'em know
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| If I gotta do it I’ma glue him to the floor (Nigga)
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| Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door (Ooh)
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| I can’t let you shaky flakey niggas sneak aboard
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| I ain’t got my sandals and my shorts but I’m they father (Yeah)
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| Why they hating on me (Yeah, yeah)
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| Better stop before we start something (Yeah, yeah)
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| Racing flag blowing in the wind they said encore
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| She said can we chill I said I’m cold enough without ya, thank ya
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| I don’t let these hoes tear my house up
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| Leave them damn shoes at the door (Yeah)
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| Don’t make me Uncle Phil you out, cuh
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| I don’t give no fuck 'bout what your spouse does
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| Bring it back to me, I’ll show ya real quick how we don’t equal up
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| I’m young and doin' good like fam was hopin' for
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| And I ain’t gon' let you take it
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| Make me take your ass and break it, boy
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| Your bitch jumped on my ship, look how she scream ahoy
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| Now watch how we enjoy
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| I’m smoking blunts while I beat your boy
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| I told you niggas bout trying to stand the cold
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| He went too far now he can’t find his way home
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| Caraco cold stones all over my coat
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| Switch it back, Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga
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| They say woe don’t swing, I said I won’t but let 'em know
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| If I gotta do it I’ma glue him to the floor
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| Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door
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| I can’t let you shaky flakey niggas sneak aboard |