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Who knows why we won't stop |
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It goes on and on and on.... |
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Who knows why we won't stop |
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(Nobody move nobody make a sound) |
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It goes on and on and on.... |
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Hey My Partna got this way wit his toungue |
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He told ya boy give me tha money wait right here til I'm done |
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And made bomb |
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When we get ya we gon' floss like stars |
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From buyin outfits to everybody drinks at Charles |
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We got them cars Black Range Rover wit bars |
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Big Beama AMG kit with them stars |
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Bro we hard |
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Like when everybody buck at tha park |
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Them girls be screamin |
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Ya'll don't wanna make them start |
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When we say Shhhh! |
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They be quiet |
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When we say jump, |
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They say when |
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When I say get out my face don't preach |
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They do it right then |
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It ain't no mystery my partnas know I'm gangsta as Hell |
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Bustin raps but so first I got some dank ta sell. |
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Four mo bails |
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Three mo blocks two mo owes |
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Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and rims got chrome |
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All the cribs got gates and all the Kids wear Nikes |
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And ain't nobody girl trippin cause we'll cut of the lights |
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Lets hit tha club |
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Hate ta be a lamppost |
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This tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most |
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Just bailed in off them dangerous streets |
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Fresh off a Lick 5 G's a piece |
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Me and my favorite gangsta partna did good this mornin |
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We get love from Decatur cause we run this Point |
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It felt good bro runnin off wit all that dough |
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Man I had that nigga lay it down feel it for sho |
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Suckas flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna |
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When police look we ask em what tha fuck they want |
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We some high school drop-outs wit high class jobs |
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Gettin weight from outta state |
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And tell em we got robbed |
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Calhoun Jeans brand new ride pockets fat |
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3 level condos wit a hustle ta match |
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(CHORUS) |
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Boi it's time ta beat the sac man Tha last one I'm burntThats why me and my |
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gangsta partna,Boots?Be dirty from all the workThat we put inNigga got cut up |
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firstThen I stood in |
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We takin it back to reverse 8's |
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Ya'll Niggas thought we couldn't |
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I'm talkin bout that old school shit |
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From the Swats |
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Get so fiery from the Gentlemens club and |
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Cheapinin out ya crops |
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Nigga Don't Stop |
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Magic City right around the block |
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And You know the (?????) on the camps |
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And SouthernPlayalistic drop |
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But I think I'm gonna catch the crib |
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Gotta get up in the mornin and fix some breakfast for my kid |
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And I did boy sho as my name is Dwayne but it ain't |
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My gangsta partna pulled some young bitches at tha skating rink |
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Don't let them niggas smoke up the dank |
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He said nigga what you thank |
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Your gangsta partna turnin cake |
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