| Aka countin' the money in the summer
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| And we gon' talk about these bouvale cars
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| These bouvale paint, these bouvale rims
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| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| And if you didn’t know pimpin'
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| Bouvale is Haitian for bullshit
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| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Let’s check me out
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| Top down, still flossin'
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| I got my Tino on my lap 'cause it’s talkin'
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| Semi-perfect day, got it sprayed at birdhouse
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| No runs marks, y’all, everythin’s perfect
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| Got the matchin' steerin' wheel
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| Watch a nigger work, Alpine everythin'
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| Watch a nigger twirl
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| Comin' over, soundin' like an earthquake
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| Got young niggers on your corner doin' triple take
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| Where y’all from, dawg? |
| Y’all might call, y’all paint candy
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| But where we from, dawg, see we call this shit candy
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| This shit is not a game, I don’t know what a nigger think
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| I got that laffy, taffy mix with skittles, jolly rancher paint, hey
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| On your Lexus, on your Benzo
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| On your Bimmer, 22's or better
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| On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
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| On your Hummers, 22's or better
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| On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
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| On your Chevy’s, 22's or better
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| On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
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| And on your Harleys, 22's or better
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| Now if your ridin' on that bullshit, put it back up
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| I got the 24's on the 'lac truck
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| You see, my Aunty Bridget, she never understood this
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| See me swervin' through and be like, «Oh my goodness»
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| It’s Young Jeezy, y’all, ain’t no body cooler
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| When I park, all the kids just break out their rulers
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| Shit I changed the grill, so you know that bitch grilly
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| Hit one button and watch the screen straight drop out up the cielly
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| Mister, mister, how could you afford this?
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| This look like some shit that we saw, consort this
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| Gather 'round kids, I got a new word for y’all today
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| If it ain’t 22's or better, then it’s bouvale, hey
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| On your Lexus, on your Benzo
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| On your Bimmer, 22's or better
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| On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
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| On your Hummers, 22's or better
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| On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
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| On your Chevy’s, 22's or better
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| On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
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| And on your Harleys, 22's or better
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| Drunk as shit,
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| Car can barely park but the bitch moonwalk
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| Stay strapped, y’all, keep a 9 for the jack
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| We used to call them Jordan’s
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| Now we call them Michael Jackson’s
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| G, G, G yall, he be 'bout his cheddar
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| Get over 19 but they be 22 or better
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| Don’t holler at the hoes 'cause the chrome is gonna get 'em
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| 'Cause you chillin' with Michael Jordan, he got Emmet with him
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| See bounce, swerve, drop the top, all up in your Cutlass
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| But the only exception is, y’all, these 19 is butt nicks
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| Rap some shit before me, dawg, you must be crazy
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| I’m the same young nigger that got a credit line at Baileys
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| On your Lexus, on your Benzo
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| On your Bimmer, 22's or better
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| On your Lac trucks, on your Rovers
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| On your Hummers, 22's or better
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| On your Cut, dawgs, on your Skylarks
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| On your Chevy’s, 22's or better
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| On your Duallies, on your Ram trucks
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| And on your Harleys, 22's or better |