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(Verse 1) |
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It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets |
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Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet |
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Gazer seats hold the bare floors |
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I faithfully hold to pimp whores |
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You ate with me and you gon get yours |
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This eight with me that's bullets through doors |
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Got haze in me now I'm so tall |
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Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more |
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And now or later I'm major player |
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I ball right I need an agent player |
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Ay ma you tight you need to page a player |
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That's so tonight you can taste a player |
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I got the burner on the waist if you flinching |
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My shit turning on 28-inches |
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My shit burning like 500 plus |
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And this album's a three permer and a clutch |
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(Hook) |
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24/7 (Yes, sir) |
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I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) |
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Not here |
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(Verse 2) |
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I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain |
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Bang my thing till no more lane remain |
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Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine |
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Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain |
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That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy |
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Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy |
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I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk |
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Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon |
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Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop |
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The Birdman my daddy and we fly south |
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And we don't go to work man we get work out |
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And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought |
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Niggaz is selling and you should be buying |
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Niggaz is telling and you should be dying |
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Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me |
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C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 3) |
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You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block |
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I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock |
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Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop |
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I got ya slick this my year don't knock |
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Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock |
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Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot |
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I never drove factory and I don't own stock |
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I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah |
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(Hook till end) |
