| Heard it’s popping at the spot, time to get right
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| Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
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| Call up them broads tell 'em get right
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| Poppin' bottles 'til we fall
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| Let’s get right
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| Heard it’s popping at the spot, time to get right
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| Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
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| Call up them broads tell 'em get right
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| Time to ball 'til we fall, let’s get right
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| Let’s get right
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| Everybody switching them sides who can you trust
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| Believe what you wanna believe what’s to discuss
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| Young the type a nigga that throw you the whip and ride the bus
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| And still give the nigga my last, enough is enough
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| Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
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| Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
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| They tell me turn up so I change gear
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| They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
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| Hood nigga yea and I’m living major
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| Whole fucking hood know I made ya
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| Whole fucking block know I saved ya
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| Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
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| See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
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| Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
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| See they money get low and they get tight
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| Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
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| Heard it’s popping at the spot, time to get right
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| Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
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| Call up them broads tell 'em get right
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| Time to ball 'til we fall, let’s get right
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| Let’s get right
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| I ain’t stuntin' these hoes
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| I ain’t stuntin' these niggas
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| Sparklers on the way, yea we blowin' these figures
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| Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
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| Got the whole hood with me, we 'bout to get right
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| So now you ain’t fucking with me, that’s how you feel
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| Like I was ever fucking with you, get for real
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| And I ain’t done what for who, nigga for real
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| You claiming that you put niggas on, get you a deal
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| Acting like Rico from Belly, that’s what you doing
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| Homie don’t really know what it is, what you pursuing
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| But fuck around nigga with Young he’ll get you ruined
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| Thought we was going in tonight, fuck is we doing
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| Real talk nigga I ain’t the bitch type
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| Don’t make me fuck your bitch, bet I’m your bitch’s type
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| Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
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| Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
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| Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
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| Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
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| Never in my life seen niggas acting like dikes
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| Nigga go’n with the game, homie get right
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| Heard it’s popping at a spot
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| It’s time to get right
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| Call up my dawgs tell 'em get right
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| Call up them broads tell 'em get right
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| Poppin' bottles till we fall, let’s get right
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| Let’s get right
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| I ain’t stuntin' these hoes
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| I ain’t stuntin' these niggas
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| Sparklers on the way, yea we blowin' these figures
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| Keep 'em coming we gon' do it all night
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| Got the whole hood with me, we 'bout to get right
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| Get right…
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| Let’s get right |