| Nigga, turn up
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| It’s GuWop
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| Trap house bunkin'
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| Trap house mansion
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| Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, nigga
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| I’m pourin' fours and shit, I need to just put a deuce in
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| Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in
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| My nigga pot cook it so good he put his shoe in
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| Nigga, it’s a gangsta party, why fuck is you in?
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| Head bust a microwave, shit, didn’t take him two minutes
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| You know that there’s some straps in the club, they let my crew in
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| I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand
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| If you ain’t talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I’m a deaf man
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| I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
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| I told my bitch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman
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| If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'?
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| We thirty deep, we come from the streets, nigga, we mobbin'
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| (It's Guwop), again
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| Thugger and Guwop, again
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| Chasin' that Guwop, again
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| That’s my lil whoadie, again
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| We chasin that money baby, again
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| We fuckin' your hoe, again
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| And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
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| Pull up and pour it
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| I’m a go gold, let you know it
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| I got gold on my rolex
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| And I’m real bright like a poet
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| I look like a dope boy, I know it
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| I know I’m gonna win it like Floyd
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| I became an important lil' boy
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| Money long like a sock with some shorts
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| My bitch white and she brown like a port
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| Ed-umacation important, bookin' these dorks
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| I jumped off the porch and went north
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| Whipped you some dope full of narc-cotics
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| YSL hardbody, I got 'bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby
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| Ride It, ride It Kawasaki, saki
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| I don’t speak english
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| I fuck that mouth, I’m not sexist
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| I’m the big homie, I’m leakin'
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| Stick to the streets like I’m cement
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| I don’t need no change, you can keep it
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| I don’t want your verse on my remix
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| No panties she my secret
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| Got a hunnid bands on me I’m cheesin'
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| Steven Seagal lookin' out like an eagle
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| (It's Guwop), again
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| Thugger and Guwop, again
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| Chasin' that Guwop, again
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| That’s my lil whoadie, again
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| We chasin that money baby, again
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| We fuckin' your hoe, again
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| And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
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| Pull up and pour it
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| I’m a go gold, let you know it
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| I got gold on my rolex
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| And I’m real bright like a poet
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| I look like a dope boy, I know it
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| I know I’m gonna win it like Floyd
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| I became an important lil' boy
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| Money long like a sock with some shorts |