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Aw shit, Aw fuck |
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Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks |
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On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck |
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By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough |
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And they play not, temperatures stay hot |
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And don't nobody be relaxin' when on they block |
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Like it a yay spot, never let that pay stop |
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Unless you wanna be trippin' with Kutty and Jay Rock |
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[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] |
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Bad Flames, Feature Presentation, Raw and UnKutt |
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All of 'em undeniable classics like who they come from |
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Most talked about on the internet |
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Nigga I been a vet |
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Eleven years strong, still holdin' on |
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And I ain't finished yet |
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Red headed-est step child |
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It's a plague spread to accept how it is |
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Wanna see me fall get me out the loot |
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When all I've done is respect how it is |
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Now I gotta turn into a nigga you once knew |
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No mo' papers off |
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Probation I'm a cold case |
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He gon' sho hate it |
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When I throw a bomb like Troy Aikman |
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To do damage you walk in a bunch huh? |
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When you niggas are really the punks huh? |
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In the hearts of men, I'm seeing cowards |
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Where you niggas is at when the funk come? |
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Smoke a blunt to that |
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When the funk ensues you resort to rap |
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Said you was all in, 2 on the 10 you must distort the facts |
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So I pledge allegiance to only me I only breathe |
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Eat to shit, the chrome's in me [probably wrong] |
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The only misconstrued message in the song you see |
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Is it's not arrogance, this is what it's grown to be |
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[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] |
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See you can tell be the way that I use my wealth I'm cocky |
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This the man right chyea as to ya'll out south I'm cocky |
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And if you ain't figured out what we talkin' about |
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I'm the one they all talkin' about |
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And if they hatin' me that only mean my name in they mouth I'm cocky |
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[Verse 2: Jay Rock] |
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Pull up to the spot, watch the girls all pause |
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Like a dirty ass dog house, drawers gon' fall |
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Bitches get wet when they see that candy paint |
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Soak yo dick through them boxers 'cause you got bank |
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Shout out to them shock collars (shot callers?), niggas got rank |
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Death to you snitches seen a light Drake |
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I'm all the way silent, I will never break |
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Pillow talking to them hoes, you all the way gay |
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The problem is niggas never know they place |
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Just know your role, play your part and you'll be straight |
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But niggas crooked like D-Bo eye |
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And could never ever see why we so fly |
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You either gotta go home or go hard |
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Keep a bad bitch with a good job and good jaw |
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Black strap on me, yeah you can tell when I walk |
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Pitbull of the leash if you flinch I'm a bark |
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[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] |
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] |
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You thought we through |
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Stop the bull talk |
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We rule papi |
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Smooth |
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Knock these fools off me |
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Boo sloppy |
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How I have they bitches bukakke |
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Move awfully cool hotty |
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Slob these jewels softly |
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Who's naughty? |
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Shock exudes bossy |
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Dude's cocky |
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Soowoo got me blue blocky |
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When I do shop |
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At the woowop |
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I bought the boo jockey |
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My Gucc watch |
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Perfuse rocks |
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And I be loose of the Caribou Lou |
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Mami your poonani |
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Saw me and got tsunami |
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Tech's elated I'm rated |
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They say the greatest |
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Paraded my lastest |
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Pages I created |
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And the news shot me |
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That's why I'm hated |
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You faggots is weak and dated |
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When I spray this place and do away |
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With all this fakin then erase it who'd stop me? |
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It is evident, that you wonder why and where her cheddar went |
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That look on your face I'm seeing I'd rather get |
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When your boo prop me |
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I'm a sedative |
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Cause I beat it repetitive |
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Used twat b |
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All in ya mouth and you never knew charlie |
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[Hook x2: Krizz Kaliko] |
