| Let me stand up in that pussy like I’m on a ladder
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| Beat that thang up, sideways, up, down and backwards
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| I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper
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| I got that money on my mind, if it ain’t 'bout money it don’t matter
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| Real stand-up nigga, no comedy
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| Everywhere, these bitches see us, man, I swear that they runnin'
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| Two bossed up and I can’t look back, I can’t run out no money
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| And I give back to my hood and my homies passin' out hunnids
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| That’s what we call paying homage
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| These niggas act like they want it
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| Pull up with choppers, we want it
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| Most of all the niggas I run with be wanted
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| Pull up, spray your Honda, shot down, my condolence
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| Bring it to the Thugger, meet me on Gresham, new gold medal
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| These bitches ain’t know who no better
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| My whole crew better, I treat 'em like they special
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| And that’s because they is, cook fish scale with skill
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| And my weed kind of loud like a motherfuckin' pill
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| Oh, I want to spend my night wit' you
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| I want to spend my life wit' you
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| I want to ride my bike wit' you
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| I want a wife and girl it’s you
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| I will stand up for you like Moses
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| I do my best and yeah, she notice it
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| Said, 'Only got one face, ain’t no emoji'
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| I swear to god this ain’t no bogus shit
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| Even though I’m hot, I got the coldest wrist
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| I made a million and she know about it
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| I showed my brother little bitch and he didn’t know about it
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| Real nigga since day one, I can’t switch up
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| Always stood up in my hood, no, I can’t bitch up
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| Took a flight to the West Coast, bitch, I’m back in 6−0 |