| Thug nigga get your cake up
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| We’re smokin' on that A-Plus
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| Uuuuh, uuuuh …
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| Thick bitch with me got that A-Plus
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| Yeah, it’s Dolph
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| I’m flyin' through the city in a 2 seater
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| Runnin' red lights pourin' up syrup
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| Thick bitch with me poppin' pain killers
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| I’m smokin' loud A.K.A. |
| that brain killer
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| Bought a house in the hood to sell kush there
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| Five Franklyns for my Prada footwear
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| My family infested with dope fiends
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| Guess it run in my genes cause I’m sprung on Codeine
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| The bad bitches show me love, the broke niggas hatin'
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| Snitches tellin' on me got the feds investigatin'
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| The illest nigga in my city nigga, straight up
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| These lil' niggas midgrade, Dolph A-Plus
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| First thing first when I wake up (What you do ?)
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| I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus
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| Plus you sold Kush he make you wanna lay us
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| I told lil' mama, bitch you got that A-Plus (A-Plus)
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| She off the chain with it, I gave her a A-Plus (A-Plus)
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| I pull up with the calculator, I’m servin' A-Plus
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| I pull up with the calculator the service strong
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| Got a ATL bitch bad to the bone
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| Got a East Memphis Yellow Bone
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| And everythang I got, I got it on my own (word)
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| High top, Ferragamos laced up
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| So many Franklyns look like we just robbed a bank truck
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| In a vet coupe rollin' up A-Plus
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| They try to copy but them niggas ain’t us
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| Knowin' damn well they can’t do the shit like we do
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| P-U to them Pee-Wees I’m in the air I don’t see you
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| I told lil' mama she bad, she say come get a rearview
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| She gave me that A-Plus and I buy that bitch a new hair-do
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| First thing first when I wake up (What you do ?)
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| I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus
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| Plus you sold Kush he make you wanna lay us
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| I told lil' mama, bitch you got that A-Plus (A-Plus)
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| She off the chain with it, I gave her a A-Plus (A-Plus)
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| I pull up with the calculator, I’m servin' A-Plus |