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(Background Talking): |
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Mannie: Drink some of that, man.. |
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Turk: Look at these bad influences.. |
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BG: It's gettin' hot in this muh'fucka.. |
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Lil' Wayne: (H~O~T... H~O~T...) |
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Mannie: Say it, and mean it.. |
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Lil' Wayne: (H~O~T...) |
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Mannie: Say that, whodi.. |
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Mannie: It's all gravy.. |
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[B.G.] |
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When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all |
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When it comes down to G shit, I get it all |
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When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all |
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When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all |
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Sport diamonds like I tote a tech |
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Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts |
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Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck |
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I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect |
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I ain't out to please a bitch |
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She could get on her knees |
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I'm tryin' to get rich |
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I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist |
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Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now |
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Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle |
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Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' |
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I ain't gotta say it |
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You don't cross me, I don't cross you |
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But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too |
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Look, I'm iced out |
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[Big Tymers] |
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1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy) |
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Everytime I step |
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I rock ice (lil' momma) |
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Cuz I love the rep |
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I rock ice (whole world) |
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Cuz I'm doin' my thang |
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I rock ice |
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Bling bling, bling bling |
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[Turk] |
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My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin', |
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Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it |
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Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute |
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Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies |
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I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out |
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Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now |
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It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back |
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Paper on everything I have, so how you love that |
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They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin' |
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Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin' |
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I floss but get dirty too |
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My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you |
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Ya say I stun too much |
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I can't help it, I be with baby |
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The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy, |
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The one with the 32 platts in his mouth, |
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Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south, |
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Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma) |
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Repeat 1 |
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[Wayne] |
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It's Cash Money youngest nigga |
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Right around ten figgas |
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That's what I (uh) work with |
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Pockets are (uh) perkin' |
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Money is my purpose |
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Whatever I purchase |
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Oh, could you do better? |
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Rollin' with the bezel |
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Who that be, that's Wayne, |
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Look at his gold chain, |
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Sometimes I wear grey, |
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White diamonds, pear shaped, |
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My jewelry just pure awful |
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And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture |
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It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black |
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You wan' meet me? |
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You just might need contacts |
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Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing |
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Please, playa hater, get your wife off me |
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I ride by in a Jag with the top low |
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Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more |
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Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow |
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Big Tymers, Hot Boys |
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Nigga CMR, nigga CMR |
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Repeat 1 |
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[Juvenile] |
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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired |
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All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires |
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I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?, |
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You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire, |
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The way a nigga lay a stunt |
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Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant |
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But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland |
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Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand? |
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What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good |
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I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood |
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My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star |
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She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car |
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I'm rimmed up |
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Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth |
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And all this luxury shit I got in my house |
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I done sold a million records and I'm still goin' |
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Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone |
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Repeat 1 |
