| Nigga I walk it like I talk it and talk it like I walk it
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| Keep the revolver sparking, coppers gone have to chalk em
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| Often I be flossing, caution when you cross em or your next move’s a white suit
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| and coffin
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| Oh, they say I’m trouble no board game
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| I put a scope on the K thats for sure aim
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| Whats your name girl I am YB
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| And I’m all about the bills like cosby
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| I be hard as a rhinoceros body
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| And my flow is tighter than the eyes on the Chinese
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| In New York they be like YB’s nice
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| Niggas know I can go like a green light
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| Eastside gangster, westside criminal, southside monster, north cali original
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| They be on that ho shit, I be on that moe shit
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| Flynes third 23rd? |
| all about my doe bitch
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| Louie Vuiton on my ho fit
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| Top to bottom it’s all on a ho bitch
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| Crack and the doors lift back like the fo fifth Jordan
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| Whole click riding with a road trip
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| Leave a hater cold stiff, act like you know this
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| Fo fo let it go on some Keisha Cole shit
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| I said nigga act like you know this
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| Fo fo let it go on some Keisha Cole shit |