| Tell the pussy nigga take a look at that if he hatin'
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| Mario
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| I got real runnin' through my veins
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| I put VVS’s in my chains
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| Remain the same, don’t change up, no mam
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| Most these niggas change up for change
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| I’m just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
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| Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
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| Tell the cops they gon' start chaos if they raid it
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| Commanding war, made somebody bleed
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| Now I ain’t worry 'bout you, gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers
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| Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder
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| Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin' fuckin' faded
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| Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it
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| Came from the ground to the top, uh
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| I’m 'bout to rob you some rocks, uh
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| I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
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| I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
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| I got respect for the 'Wop, uh
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| First nigga gave me a knot, uh
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| I put some keys in the pot, uh
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| She got Versace on her crotch, uh
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| It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
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| I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
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| I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
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| My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
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| Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
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| I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
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| I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
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| My bitch get wild, uh
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| Bloody cross on like a pastor
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| Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
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| Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
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| I repent for my sins everyday
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| I got real runnin' through my veins
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| I put VVS’s in my chain’s
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| Remain the same and change up, no ma’am
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| Most these niggas change up for change
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| You keep playin' and you get knocked off
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| I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
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| Got lil' mama outta drum talkin' top throat
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| She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
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| I’m talkin' junk food, eat me up like mumbos
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| Beat it up, got me hoppin' off the top rope
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| Beat it up, got me slidin' off the sliding board
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| Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho'
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| I got my money up and I heard that you want some
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| Nigga moon walkin', Michael Jackson moves
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| I got latitude, I got gratitude
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| And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude
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| I got real runnin' through my veins
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| I put VVS’s in my chain’s
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| Remain the same and change up, no ma’am
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| Most these niggas change up for change
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| I’m just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
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| Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
|
| Tell the cops they gon' start chaos if they raid it
|
| Commandin' war, made somebody bleed
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| Now I ain’t worry 'bout you gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers
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| Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder
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| Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin' fuckin' faded
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| Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it |