| Still on the trill with my man doh
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| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos
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| I used to get it from Fernando
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| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando
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| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And my baby got an arse like a mango
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| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll
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| Still on the trill with my man doh
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| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos
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| I used to get it from Fernando
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| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando
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| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And my baby got an arse like a mango
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| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll
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| Drillin' motherfucker, still drillin'
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| My nigga cop it soft, turn it hard
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| Then he fly it Upsuh and make a killin'
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| You see these hookerz cattin' for the gang
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| Now these little motherfuckers want a bringin'
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| Cuttin' through the bricks with Tef
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| But I’ll still slap a nigga if he’s slippin'
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| We break down food then we distribute the hood
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| Try me I wish a nigga would
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| Skengs out, do a nigga dirty
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| Corn touchin' from his head to his boogs
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| Got pengtings screamin' out gang
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| Fuckin' with a nigga cos he’s bad
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| Runnin' through the 6 with my woes
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| Little man got the suttin' in his bag
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| Qwengers
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| Four door, ten toes
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| Fam I’m tryna crash corn at sweaters
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| I was on your block when I stopped like
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| Who’s that pengers
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| Tryna count all them bands
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| So I start (stuffin') coin jar with tenners
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| Niggas rarely know about gang
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| Niggas rarely know about man
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| Skengs out, ten toe, man don’t give a damn
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| I done K to the 6, your nigga ran
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| Only runnin' from the undies or TSG van
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| Whizzin' with Dimmer and M and Scribz
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| Free my niggas in the can
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| ASAP somewhere kway
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| When that money come large fam you see him do a dab
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| Trillest little nigga, still trillin'
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| I came a long way for rates
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| How many mashes did they find in our buildin'?
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| My little hittas died young, lord forgive 'em
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| Get the packs out and then we give 'em to the monkeys
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| Big skeng kick a nigga like a donkey
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| I feel sorry for the gang that jumped me
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| I wear a trackie everyday like I’m grunge-y
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| We got chickens peri-hot or peri-tame uh
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| Forget a bodyguard I’m with my brother Taymah
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| I’m in danger, could never tame us
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| It’s been a while, I’m kinda tired of bein' famous
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| Free Smokey Jack
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| Free, Free Trap
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| Food came in a mask, LD in a wrap
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| Askin' why I ain’t never featured with my man
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| But there’s only nuttin' but G’s on my tracks
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| Still on the trill with my man doh
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| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos
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| I used to get it from Fernando
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| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando
|
| I said we dancin' in the bando
|
| And my baby got an arse like a mango
|
| I said we dancin' in the bando
|
| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll
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| Still on the trill with my man doh
|
| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos
|
| I used to get it from Fernando
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| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando
|
| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And my baby got an arse like a mango
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| I said we dancin' in the bando
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| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll |