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Be easy [echo] |
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Be easy [echo] |
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Or it'll be a long day |
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[Wiz Khalifa:] |
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Hold on, let me light my blunt, man |
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This shit too easy |
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I'll do it in my sleep |
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Yeah! |
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It's a new game |
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Lame nigga forefit |
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I'm well ahead, throwin' bread |
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You just horse shit |
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Flow out of this world |
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I'm in orbit |
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More chips |
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So them hoes chase me like Norbit |
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I'm more sick |
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No anidonte |
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High like mandigo |
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Flow crack & it's dope |
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Only talk money, homey |
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I don't understand the broke |
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Take something from me |
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Niggas come & bust yo canalope |
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I'm out here grindin' |
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Like a pair of old brakes |
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Hoe, ain't nothing changed |
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Na, I rep tha Burg all day |
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Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it |
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And if you hear me flowin' |
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You should know it's not a gimick |
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If the topic real shit |
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You should know they count me in it |
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Your girlfriend want me in her mouth |
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Like I'm her dentist |
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The icing on the cake |
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I'm like the glaze, all finished |
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Majianna scented |
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Windows up, truck tinted |
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You better |
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[Chorus x4] |
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Skinny nigga |
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And I'm tat, tat, tatted up |
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Run up on me |
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And get rat, tat, tatted up |
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That's a promise, not a threat |
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I'll back it up |
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Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones, |
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Fat as fuck |
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Got my swagga up |
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Come at me the wrong way |
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Like what the song say |
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It'll be a long day |
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To pass me, you Cassie |
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Got a long way |
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And even seein' first |
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I'm comin' 'round that home plate |
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Come out to the Burg |
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You'll see that I got it poppin' |
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If you real, you fuck with me |
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Ya'll ain't got an option |
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See my chain? |
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They like "how did he get all them rocks in? " |
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Want me on your song? |
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I'm a need alot of guap then |
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Breeze home |
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And he said he going choppa shoppin' |
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So if you got a problem |
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So look to now to stop him |
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That pistol bangin' shit, |
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I'm on it |
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And I don't run the Burg, I own it |
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You better |
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[Chorus x4] |
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(Go 'head & get ready to kill yourself, man) |
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I'm out her slangin' |
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Rollin' with these hustlas |
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Tryna get rid of all you hatas & you bustas |
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Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it |
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When they play this, |
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Everybody in this bitch get stupid |
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I mean, they just lose it |
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Wildin' like they pissed off |
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Find you wrong place or wrong time |
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You can get lost |
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Lotta niggas mad |
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But the hoes love it |
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Yea, the young'n super bad |
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You can call me McLovin |
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I'm gettin' in good |
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Makin' my spread |
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And na, I'll never extend you with a plate |
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I break bread |
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My niggas break heads |
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And we 25 deep |
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I see you tryin' hard, nigga |
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But you not me |
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I'm fuckin' young stars |
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There's no question, I be |
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Hit hard & then I dance on them like I'm Ali |
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I'm a certified "G" |
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So don't think that I'm just rappin' to you, homey |
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You don't really want something happen to you |
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You better |
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[Chorus x4] |
