| Yeah…
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| Like that motherfucker come with the fit
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| Know what I’m sayin'?
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| Like when I put on my clothes
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| That’s the first thing I’m gonna grab
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| When I walk out the motherfuckin' door
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| And I can’t change it
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| Yeah my squad dangerous
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| Rock a bye-bye baby
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| I spray shit down
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| They say I got famous
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| But I’m not changin'
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| Baby, I grind daily
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| Glock nine on me
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| Come and ride down on me
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| Baby, ride my pony
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| Lay-lay your head down
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| Come and slob all on me
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| Baby, all night mornin'
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| I-I'm not jonin'
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| If a nigga want some, we gon' come with the shit
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| Lay a nigga body down, face stomped in the bricks
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| Ayy, pussy-ass nigga, always bumpin' and shit
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| 'Til pussy nigga body get slumped in this bitch
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| Co-come on nigga go and get crunk with your clique
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| Won’t argue with a nigga, can’t bump with a bitch
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| Swear to God nigga, ain’t playin' no games
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| Nigga gon' respect my motherfuckin' name
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| If a nigga wanna keep his motherfuckin' brains
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| Better not reach for my motherfuckin' chain
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| Almighty lay down you motherfuckers, lame
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| We not related, can’t fuck with the gang
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| Get you cremated if she keep on playing
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| Took out the rocks in my watch and we’re paying
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| Lil' nigga, yeah I go insane
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| Hi-hi-hit the strip club nigga I make it rain
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| Yeah, it’s crew money, lil' bitch, keep the change
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| Too many hoes out here fuckin' for fame
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| Lil' bitch is you fuckin' for fame?
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| Swear I ain’t trippin', is you with it or not?
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| Pretty lil' bit gon' come gimme the cot
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| She ain’t tryna fuck then I’m kickin' her out
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| And I can’t change it
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| Yeah my squad dangerous
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| Rock a bye-bye baby
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| I spray shit down
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| They say I got famous
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| But I’m not changin'
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| Baby, I grind daily
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| Glock nine on me
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| Come and ride down on me
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| Baby, ride my pony
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| Lay-lay your head down
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| Come and slob all on me
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| Baby, all night mornin'
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| I-I'm not jonin'
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| I don’t know why these grown men act so feminine
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| Talk like they real but that shit disingenuous
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| Life’s complicated when you mix with simpletons
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| Morally rich, most these niggas is indigent
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| Talkin' bout shit that they ain’t even done
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| Claimin' these places you can’t even come
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| Ask about Snookie, I’m good in the street
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| I can walk in the places you can’t even run
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| Like mama done, you a punk I’ma pop
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| And that G shit you talk just a whole bunch of talk
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| 'Cause y’all type of niggas like runnin' they mouth
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| But my type of niggas will run in your house
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| 'Cause we about all the shit that you not
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| Post in the spot really slangin' them rocks
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| And if we get jacked up we zippin' our lip
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| Y’all givin' up info and nice to the cops, stop
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| Tryin' to dap me up, I ain’t friends with you niggas
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| Salt and Kool-Aid, I don’t mix with you niggas
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| Fuck 'em all, stick a dick to you niggas
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| Allergic reaction, gettin' sick of you niggas
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| I can call some kids to cripple you niggas
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| Or I can even call a few dogs to sic a few niggas
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| Big ass bullets comin' through walls and rippin' through niggas
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| They’ll never find like Lou Rawls the nigga who killed you
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| And I can’t change it
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| Yeah my squad dangerous
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| Rock a bye-bye baby
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| I spray shit down
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| They say I got famous
|
| But I’m not changin'
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| Baby, I grind daily
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| Strap on me when I come around
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| Glock nine on me
|
| Come and ride down on me
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| Baby, ride my pony
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| Lay-lay your head down
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| Come and slob all on me
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| Baby, all night mornin'
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| I-I'm not jonin'
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| Strap on me when I come around |