| Yeah, 1−5 game, y’all know I get money
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| And the bitch in my whip make my 15s look like 20s
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| It’s out of control how I manage the hoes
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| Give them so much Xanax in rolls, they snap off their clothes
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| She pass out like Ana Nicole
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| I put my whole hand in her hole
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| Stand up and go
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| Don’t think I’m soft
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| See I joke around I’m playful
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| That big four-fifth give me the power of Grayskull
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| I’m young He-Man, come jump out three vans
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| Gang of Haitians white Puerto Ricans and Koreans
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| They keep squeezin, them thugs come and start
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| Dudes get shook like there no blood pumped to their heart
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| I got freaks calling me I don’t need eHarmony
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| I beat and fall asleep
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| While they bleed all on my sheets
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| You just light up a blunt and it’s nothing
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| It makes your chick come want to suck dick in public and I love it
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| Oh, 1−5, Young, I’m deep in the trade and barter
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| Over wavy water, I’m from Dade in Florida
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| Cocaine we chartered on planes with foreigners
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| My gang 300 deep like the gang from Sparta
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| Yeah I’m known for smashing your
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| After I hit it I jump back in the Civic
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| Pop shit, I’ll be back in a minute
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| Put holes in your Acura
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| Like Dracula did it
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| Just from flippin them pies, I got girls look better than Nicki Minaj give my
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| dick a massage
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| And a kiss on the sides
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| Yeah 1−5 no clique spittings more official than outs
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| When I spit it I’m like Chris in his prime
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| Pick one, Chris Wallace or Chris Parker
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| Nobody spits harder and I love it |