| Valet park that Ghost, I be doin' the most
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| I just pulled up ten foreigns in a row, eeny, miny, moe
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| I just threw like ten racks on a ho
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| I threw like twenty thousand the day before, yeah (Yeah)
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| Fuck you niggas shootin' at a ghost, you ain’t hit a soul
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| I know all my dawgs, they all go and they don’t miss a foe
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| Thinkin' 'bout should I let 'em go, I put 'em in that scope
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| Boy, you better go and slide for big bro and you better not choke
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| Remember days I was broke, valet park that Ghost
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| Ain’t no umbrellas in the doors, we got too many poles
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| We got automatics, we on go, we want plenty smoke
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| I could smoke a whole pound and still gon' want plenty smoke
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| And Lord, I hate they kill one of my niggas
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| Lord, I hate my nigga doin' some years behind these niggas (Huh)
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| And some tellin' me not to, but I still wanna go get 'em
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| And even if we drop two, we still tryna get triple
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| And for my dawg I’m doin' two hundred years
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| Or a hundred years, I pray that God forgive me
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| For my dawg I’d do a hundred years
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| Or two hundred years, I pray that God forgive me
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| For them dudes in the street every night
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| Told me I was gonna get rich, he ain’t never lied
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| I told you I would never sell my soul, I ain’t never tried
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| A nigga done killed my dawg, now the tears all in my eye
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| For my dawg |