| Everywhere I go
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| I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up (got to!)
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| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk
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| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds
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| Nigga tell me what you want
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| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
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| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up
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| I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies
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| Lil mama she hate me, she say that I’m changing
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| I tell her I made it, the only thing changing the money I’m making
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| And the pamper on these babies
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| I’m whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens
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| These birds they flying from city to city
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| I’m pouring up Actavis, dranking and sipping
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| The color is purple, I’m drinking on Ceely
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| The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies
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| On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly
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| You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I’m with it
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| I pull up, I’m serving your city
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| I’m serving ODs, I got it from Mickey
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| Everywhere I go, I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up
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| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk
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| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want
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| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
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| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up
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| I’m cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes
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| I’m cooking them burgers and fries, I’m a master in disguise
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| Mama she told me I’m wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes
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| I’m taking the plug to Hawaii, I’m chopping on bricks circumcised
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| My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry
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| I’m smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don’t get DUI
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| Watch out for the snake and the lies
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| I’m trapping and whipping cream pies
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| My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive
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| Everywhere I go, I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up
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| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk
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| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want
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| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
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| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up
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| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
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| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up |