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yo nigga, we rollin on the phone, |
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Rollin mo scrilla on my primco phone, |
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I'm like a big fat gorilla with my skizza, |
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Like a mutha fuckin game quizza. |
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I buss a left, a right, i'm mutha fuckin tight, |
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My frosty wrist is worth a mill, |
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Now get down ho and suck on lil' will, |
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We rollin down the block, with intendin to kill, |
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Put up yo mutha fuckin hands, yo, this shit fo' reel, |
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The po'po' be creepin on the lo' lo', |
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Cuz they don't no no, i'm the big ass skrilla that be fuckin yo ho, |
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Now get down on your knees and slop da knob, |
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Don't fuck with this skrilla, i'm the motha fuckin bomb, |
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And i eat chicken wangs with corn on the cob. |
