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Swingers, and droppers, |
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Southside |
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We're gonna ball baby, living so lavishly |
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And you know that |
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I'll, grab and break |
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Wreckshopping all night long baby |
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Swing on 4's with me |
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Swing 4's with me, come roll with me |
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As the po-po, cause |
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I'ma flow the tree |
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Make tracks stop, beating up the block |
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Ass end hop on the 4's and chop |
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Can't let these haters take what |
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I got Blue and frail, fresh out the shop |
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Some gone bop, the lighters gone light |
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That's why |
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I keep glocks with infrared dots |
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No time to plex, got to push the lex |
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Keep them diamonds shining round my neck |
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Shots of chrome while |
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I'm on the phone |
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Popping legs walking in my home |
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Walking through the doors, on marble floors |
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Chandeliers and studios |
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Got to pimp the pen, when |
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I'm in the wind |
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And swanging 4's with optimos [Hook x2] |
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Swang on 4's with me, and |
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I like it |
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Shoes finest on my rims cause |
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I swing on 4's |
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Swang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Shoes finest on my rims cause |
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I swing on 4's [Z-Ro] |
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Oooooooh I'm one swinger, with wood grain |
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All on my dash, when |
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I pass I'm looking oh so clean |
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Oooooone in the chaaamber they must be |
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Out of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from me |
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I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun |
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Ain't the one to get took off my four |
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Cause I know these jackers be waiting |
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That's why |
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I'm strapped at all times, |
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I think you better let go [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] |
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Bubble lights they shining bright, bo-guard in the turning lane |
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I'ma rock candy coat, then |
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I'ma play with a remote working with wood grain |
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Z-Ro gone bleed the block not with the rocks, |
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I bleed red like the flesh |
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It ain't no more hoops, just candy |
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Coupes screens fall in the |
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STS Little young got a gun and beam, and |
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I make you scream |
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I work too hard when |
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I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shit |
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And niggas will get hit, |
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I promise these fellas gone mind |
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If I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreat |
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Then I'ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smell |
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It in the wind 'fore they try to move in |
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I'm busting in the parking lot |
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In a big body |
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Dave & Taylor ain't no haunt day |
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Going the wrong way on the one way, screens falling |
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Like rain drops, they gonna try to take me one day |
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But I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex |
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When it came to us unlike these marks |
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I ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us |
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Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us |
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Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up |
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And ghetto hoes be paging us, and silly broads be claiming us |
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But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kit |
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From South |
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Post Oak to |
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Laura Koppe, we swanging bitch [Hook x2] |
