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Yeah, c'mon |
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That nigga Foxx, Foxx-a-million, |
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Whatever y'all wanna call me, ya heard me? |
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Yeah, y'all niggas know I got it mane |
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Y'all KNOW I got it! |
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[Chorus:] |
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I got it (yeah) |
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You want it, come get it (yeah) |
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I got it (yeah) |
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You want it, come get it (yeah) |
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[Verse 1:] |
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I got pills for rollas, I got dozia for smokas |
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N' it's high for you niggas that got cake like oprah |
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If you want I'm on it, I don't front it or loan it |
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If you need some major work, then you just meet me at Shonie's |
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You just bring all my cheese n' I don't mean macaroni |
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N' I keep them ounces real nice n' Fat like Tony |
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I get jiggles for cheapa, I don't care 'bout the people |
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Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I'ma reach ya |
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Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface |
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At five seventy five a pill, nigga you oughta make, |
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A whole lotta cake, you don't believe me, then calculate |
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I got them hoes puttin' it n' they cat when they masturbate |
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I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate |
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Ya find 'em out chea cheapa, I'll price match, OK? |
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You slippin', I'm packin' up, you plannin' on jackin' us |
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I gotta choppa thatta have yo bitch ass backin' up |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I got dunnas for junkies, I got acid for honkies |
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I got indo' for niggas n' got bananas for monkeys |
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I'm a hustla baby, got connects wit the Haitians |
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If you want it, come get it n' don't be tryin' my paitience |
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I got chickens or mickeys, now them niggas be bitchin' |
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Cause I got the cheapest prices n' the BR city |
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All you need is nine pills, it's gon' run ya 'bout sixty |
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Last nigga tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie |
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I got wholes for the prices of halfs, |
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N' my wholes look like I done stuffed the whole, damn ziploc bag |
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They pull ya ova wit my dime, they gon' think ya distributin' |
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Niggas swear they on the grind, who the **** you think you foolin' |
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Bricks comin' from Dallas, that purple comin' from Cali |
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Pills comin' from Gramblin', the pickup spot in Port Allen |
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It's a drought, then I'm ****in' up, I ain't new, I know what is what |
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N' that scale don't lie, so I don't neva be ****in' up |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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I don't talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears |
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They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball'ear |
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N' I ain't neva have that ****in' thang that they call fear |
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Whateva you need, just come n' get it, it's all here |
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I told ya I'ma hustla, pimp juice, I don't wear a pimp suit |
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N' ain't the type to ride n' a Lex' coupe |
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But everybody know what I'm really 'bout |
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I stay wit a semi out, n' run my business throughout a click house |
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I keep my pounds off in the attic, got cocaine in the city, |
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N' keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress |
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The way I push, ya oughta call me Beatrice |
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I don't take no shit from no crackhead about my cabbage |
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Come up short n' I'll let a bitch have it |
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Anybody, bitch or nigga, you can get it, head-bussa or faggot |
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[Talking:] |
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Street gossip nigga |
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The streets will talk nigga |
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N y'all niggas know I got it |
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Why don't y'all come get it then!? |
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I know y'all want it |
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Come get it then! |
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Nigga, I'm all out in public wit it, cha heard me? |
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[Chorus] |
