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Why you lookin' like that? |
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Stop lookin' like that |
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Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog |
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That'll get you f**ked up |
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Why you lookin' like that? |
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That'll get you f**ked up, stop lookin' at my dog |
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Why you lookin' like that? |
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Stop lookin' like that |
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Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog |
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That'll get yo ass shot |
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Why you lookin like that? |
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That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog |
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(Yo Gotti) |
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Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti! |
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Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga |
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I ain't ya bitch |
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You don't want a street nigga that have to get wit this shit |
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'cause I ain't gon' quit |
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Til 'em choppa bullet flippin |
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They spleens, layin' all lower then yo chest or ya chin |
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Man I'm in it to win |
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I give a f**k bout a friend |
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I care more bout the dough, and even more bout the Benz |
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Niggaz look at my chain, then they clutchin' they burners |
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They think they got us, we ?? finna get ugly this summer |
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Yeah I roll with a stunna, I got a lot on the line |
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But still its kill or be killed before a nigga take mine |
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I give a pass to niggaz, when they look at my bitch |
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Just they admire her walk, or just impress that she thick |
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I'm reppin' Southside ?? nigga, nigga Yo Gotti! |
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Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body |
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Royce 5'9" and them hustles out of Detroit |
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Get it how we get it 'cause they importin' Ex boy |
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(Royce Da 5'9") |
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Why you so hard nigga? Pause |
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I done tried so many times |
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To get my violent temper to comply with my mature side |
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But the other side is where the 45 is, hidin' |
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And I'm fa' sho childish, hi, I'm countin' |
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1, 2, seeking you niggaz with the peace, with the peek-a-boo trigger |
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When I come, through, with the honorable spirit |
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Eyes lighting up with shine like the "Chronicles of Riddick" |
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Nigga forget it |
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Nine times outta ten, times' on my side |
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If your nines in the car, 'cause mines on my side |
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Why you lookin' like dat? |
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Nigga ain't no hoes here |
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I'm about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer |
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We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy) |
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Don't you ever push your pedal, pump your brake |
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Better untwist your face |
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Spoken word, mixed with school, mixed with crunk |
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This should hit you, get you pump, if it get you drunk |
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It can get you jump! |
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(Royce Da 5'9") |
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Bitches trip, niggaz quick |
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To pull out they chains on sight |
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Niggaz flip, soon as they announce my name on the mic |
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So I, gotta kinda watch them niggaz |
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You know them niggaz roll up beside you |
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You don't know if they like your car, they don't like you |
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By the way they lookin', you can't tell if they grimmin' you or admiring you |
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Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin' |
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So you greet 'em as polite- |
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ly as possible, that nine sit on yo lap, be disrespectful then you leave 'em at the light |
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Hit that window and squeeze that toaster |
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Pull off fast and I promise |
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That I just put his Regal in 3-wheel motion without havin' hydraulics |
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I call it like I see it |
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Walk it like I did it |
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Nigga coughin' up yo kidney |
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Cough, talkin' bout the kid |
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My people, I came expectin' the same kinda respect that you want |
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Some of you steppin' in something by coming and testing it once |
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They won't let you do nothin' unless you cutting a check |
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Let me ask you a couple a questions, nigga |
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