| Columbians, mexicans, even got some work from the dominicans
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| Americans, land of the free
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| National anthem shit, my country tis of thee
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| Red, white and blue, red white and blue
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| Crip and blood shit, nigga I salute
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| Red, white and blue, red white and blue
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| Cocaine shit, nigga I salute
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| Columbians and mexicans I’m trying to reup
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| Stop the beat let’s get somethin understood where I stay they g’d up
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| Maybach with my feet up, ak when I creep up
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| Young niggas wear blood game, my og’s rep hoover
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| All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot out
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| Your bad bitch got no ass, she must work at hooters
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| Must of been in new york when them towers blew up
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| Now I got a 9 11 porsche with the blue guts
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| Rims’ll make ya throw up, some will make you blow up
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| Niggas get little money when you gonna grow up
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| Louie from the toe up, street nigga so whay, I am
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| Louie 13, and I’m just telling bitch it’s pour up
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| Voila, haha, 18 wheeler pull up
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| Thousand mid and 30 bricks inside a honda
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| He don’t speak in english all he know is numbers
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| Then my memphis plug he gonna get me through the summer
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| He don’t know my name, him is just a runner
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| He pick it up and drop it off, then he gets some yello
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| Land of the free, run up if you wanna
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| Suicide mission, we got choppas in this hummer
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| Red white and blue, I’m no politician
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| But I live in a white house so I feel presidential
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| Religious to the flag you name the streets of america
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| In god we trust and where we stand
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| I’ll always be a hustler |