| Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
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| I’m a save her, yes, I Danny Glover
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| I’m a call my Pa before I fuck her mother
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| I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
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| Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
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| For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrist
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| Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
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| Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets
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| Who the fuck told you that Young Thugger Thugger don’t fuck up the beat
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| I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted
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| No, I’m not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
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| I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceiling
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| Stoner my lifestyle, I’m living too wild
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| I came to make you proud, that money keep her around
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| In love with her head, I can’t turn it down
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| Can’t wait for my time to come back around
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| She see that you don’t got Lil Haiti’s style
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| Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
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| I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
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| Young rich nigga hitting million dollar licks
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| Balling in New York like the motherfucking Knicks
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| You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
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| And everywhere I go, I gotta pass like staff
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| I’m going off top like a motherfucking lay up
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| 357, six shots like Al
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| I left ten bands in a motherfucking cab
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| I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn’t
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| All these niggas pussy niggas, telling on they partner
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| Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence
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| Pussy nigga play, I’m coming back with the K
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| And I’m a shoot that motherfucker 'til he livid
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| Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through his bands
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| I’m a name myself Young Thugga tenant
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| 100 bands at a time
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| I fronted you bands, but you
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| I don’t like using profanity but the young fucker will cut you
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| All of my cups are muddy
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| I fuck my bitches' buddies
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| I just want nut like Buddy
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| All of my bitches buddies
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| Panamera with the tinted roof
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| All the niggas dogs going, «Roof»
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| Top notch shawty, nigga we ain’t gon' care
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| Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
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| If she ain’t a virgin then that bitch is only average
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| I can’t even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
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| I can’t learn a bitch, but I learn mathematics
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| I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern |