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If them niggas wanna play |
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Let them ball till fall dog |
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Me, I want it all, y'all |
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From here to Californi-a |
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Hit the button, get the On-star |
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Pull up if your front yard |
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And fuck up your ordinary day |
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It's the N-A-P-P-Y, y'all |
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On the grind 'cuz time's hard |
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Find me sippin' Grand Marn-ier |
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At the bar with a bad broad |
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Yes I drive a fast car |
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Holla if you're tryin' to get laid |
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That's on my son, Billy Kay |
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Best believe I'ma get you paid |
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And represent the motherfuckin' K |
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How I was raised, that's the way |
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And you live by this shit, then you die by the same |
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I ain't trippin', puttin' half on the Jane |
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I'm gettin' good about this math and even better 'bout my change |
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I hug the lane like I'm drivin' with the wide load |
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I'm comin' down, country clean, forever bona fide, ho |
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[Bridge (2X)] |
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So whatcha know about it? |
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Ain't nothin' slow about it |
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That boy sure got it |
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Give a fuck about nobody |
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[Chorus (2X)] |
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Swerve and lean |
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Swerve and lean |
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Swerve and lean |
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Bounce with it, bounce with it |
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[Verse: Skinny Deville] |
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Yeah, Skinny pull in a Range |
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Not the sport, but the big body |
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Supercharged, 24 inches, leather with the wood grain |
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Sunshine or the rain, ain't a motherfucking thing |
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Hit a button, watch it take off like a plane |
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For the cash, not the fame |
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I'm the last one to laugh and get it all 'fore the fat lady sings |
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See me shine without the bling |
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Got a bitch to wear my diamonds and I got a watch they call a bright Lane |
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Country clean on the right team |
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Some haters want to fight me |
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But I ain't got nothin' but the flame |
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That's so bright from my forty cal' ri' |
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'Fore you run your mouth |
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Change your face like L'Oreal, dang |
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That nigga sly with his slang slump |
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Fifty-five, don't give a fuck |
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Especially 'bout no sucker ass, lame |
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I come and snatch your lil' chain |
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Put a hundred on the situation that you won't do a damn thing |
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[Bridge (2X)] |
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[Chorus (2X)] |
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[Verse: Skinny Deville] |
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Yo, they try to call me in-sane |
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The way I flip it up the wall, man |
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Bitches on my dick, 'specially 'cause the way I let my nuts hang |
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They call me billy big balls |
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Ain't shit she can tell me dog |
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I'm raw for seven, twenty-four, damn |
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I know I'm worth a couple hundred grand |
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And I ain't spittin' another verse until I got my money in my hand |
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And we gon' stick to the plan |
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Swerve and lean on these suckers |
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Makin' sure you city slickers understand |
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That the dollars never made the man |
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Plain as day they never did |
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Nappy's what I represent |
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I run this shit, call me Skinny D, the president |
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Drop it down so effortless |
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I'm slummer than you've ever been |
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[Bridge (2X)] |
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[Chorus (2X)] |
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[Chorus (2X)] |
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Bounce with it, bounce with it |
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Bounce with it, bounce with it |