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Uh, yea, yea, yea |
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Let's go niggas |
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C'mon nigga, c'mon nigga |
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I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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Yo' I talk like a champion, walk like a champion |
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Body like a |
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God, and I promise that |
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Nas will hit you off |
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Flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum |
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Bustin' like dummies, so mami you come and lick it off |
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I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my hip |
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Blood stay in my mouf, petron layed out |
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Tequila sunrise and five 6's, surprise bitches |
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Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived |
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This is ten years, here for good, rep fo' my thugs |
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Plumper than last summer, stomach streched from tha grub |
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Good livin', good women, |
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I **** wit straight stallions |
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Bowleg stances, go 'head handsome |
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But they all scream, my car's lean |
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Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart team |
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Pretty face, round tits and ass, stay my queen |
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Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen |
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When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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Yo' if you see me on |
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MTV, don't forget |
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I'm tha same nigga from |
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QBSittin' on tha block, hungry and starvin' |
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Imaginin' performin' at |
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Madison Square |
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GardenOr Radio |
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City, in New |
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York CityBring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of henny |
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My homie got shot right befo' my eyes |
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I got shot too, but |
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I survived |
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I was just a teenager, never had a pager |
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Always had flava, chasin' dat paper |
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I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes |
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Pretty hoes, dat |
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Bently Coupe all red like a rose |
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And everybody knows, my gun goes off |
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In tha west coast, durty south, and up north |
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Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler |
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I despise suckas, ya punk mutha****as |
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When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, **** tha bullshit |
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Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full clip |
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I'll beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin', listen |
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My knockouts is six, so serious |
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Bang wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll niggas is bitches |
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Ya touch me and |
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I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to stitchin' |
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I hate y'all niggas, stomp you out like roaches |
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Can't you see |
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I'm here to get this paper just |
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I'm suppose to |
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I been a Brave |
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Heart since semen, cesspool my pops schemin' |
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One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this |
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It feel like a mutha****a dreamin', but |
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I'm here**** anything another nigga thinkin', see dem |
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BraveHearts |
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Damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em |
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Sleep witcha gun unda ya ****in' pillow |
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This is real thangs, |
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I know shit feels strange |
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How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit |
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When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
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I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas |
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Smokin' weed up in my ride life |
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The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like |
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I'm richBang broads call me |
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Mr. International, ghetto stars |
