| 56 hundred for the Cartier
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| YSL shit, know what I’m sayin?
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| Me and Lil Duke
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| Aye lil' boo, who are you?
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| I put it down for my people
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| Ready to die for my people
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| We multiply with the people
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| Have a shootout for my people
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| We gon' take lives for these people
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| We gon' fly high like an eagle
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| I sold them hunnas and eagles
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| I know that bitch and mistreat 'em (thugger!)
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| Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
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| Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Pussy clean, ain’t no germs in it
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| My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it
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| I woke up, I prayed and I’m hustlin'
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| I roll up, I pull up with shorty
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| I pour up a four of the muddy
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| I pour up a four of the muddy
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| I lean, I lean on my luggage
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| Got Aquafina, it’s nothin'
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| I fucked that bitch while in London
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| I beat that bitch like I’m London
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| I put in work for my people
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| You say you not broke, but me either
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| Man I’m gettin' so fly like a seagull
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| And I’m ready to die for my people
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| Bitch I’m a zoo, not a zebra
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| I cook up the dope and no ether
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| Old school, it sound like a beeper
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| We not gon' let you mistreat 'em
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| Bitch I’m the shit, fuck a toilet
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| If you can’t stand him then seat him
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| Run up a check and I’m glory
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| Farrakhan, me, I’m a leader
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| I was just smokin' on doja
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| Fuck niggas trick 'em and treat 'em
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| Pour up a four in a 40
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| We drop a four in a liter
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| I pour up a four while he cook up the blow
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| I just fucked your hoe, pussy nigga you know
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| I just got the blow and it came off the boat
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| Got racks inside my skinny jeans and they pokin'
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| No hokey, no pokey, fuck nigga you’re broke as shit
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| I heard that you tote it, I heard that you wrote it
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| I heard that they pay you to watchin' your focus
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| I put it down for my people
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| Ready to die for my people
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| We multiply with the people
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| Have a shootout for my people
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| We gon' take lives for these people
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| We gon' fly high like an eagle
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| I sold them hunnas and eagles
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| I know that bitches mistreat 'em
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| Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
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| Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Pussy clean, ain’t no germs in it
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| My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it
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| Lil Duke insisted
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| Thot bitch, she crippin'
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| Play with me, he trippin'
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| They find your ass missin'
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| We built like relentless
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| Pull up to shows in them Bentleys
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| Choppa go right for your kidneys
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| I’ll prolly be fuckin' your mistress
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| I swear this one hell of a feelin'
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| I swear this one hell of a livin'
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| I drink on the Act all day
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| I got a hell of a kidney
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| I swear that they know that these niggas ain’t scarin' me
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| YSL on, bangin' that 'til they bury me
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| These niggas fake and they’re fairies, they’re tellin' me
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| We some young veterans dodgin' the federal, settled
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| I whip up that white like she work, I’m the chef
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| I know a few niggas just waitin' on my death
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| Bitch I’m Sudan, I got planes on my steps
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| Y’all bitches, you know we in here
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| Got bitches on bitches, you know we in here
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| Yeah, we make it snow in the VIP
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| Gats on our hips and we totin' in here
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| Racks in my pocket, they know what it is
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| I put it down for my people
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| Ready to die for my people
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| We multiply with the people
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| Have a shootout for my people
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| We gon' take lives for these people
|
| We gon' fly high like an eagle
|
| I sold them hunnas and eagles
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| I know that bitches mistreat 'em
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| Beat up that pussy, no nerve in it
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| Bitch say she straight like a perm in it
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Bentley Spur with the curtain missin'
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| Pussy clean, ain’t no germs in it
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| My pocket, it look like a book with the worm in it |