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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Check it |
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You see the girl get's it popping like no other |
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Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter |
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My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game |
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But none of y'all lame dudes going to fuck her |
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I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I will flip |
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I'll give it to a little chick real quick |
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Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit real |
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You got little tits and your face looks like em mitt till |
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First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal |
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My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills |
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And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood |
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Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood |
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And if I, pollyin' the dick it's got to be good |
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I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could |
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And now I got him good, he believes me and he should |
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Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would |
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I know this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out |
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I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out |
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Oh god its Remy Martin |
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In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets |
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Nigga |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Oh god |
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Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit |
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Overseas moving key's like a locksmith |
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Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck |
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All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet |
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Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago |
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I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago |
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I got cribs better year estates man |
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I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam |
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Still niggaz wanna go against crack |
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But that's like?, going against Shaq |
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And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people |
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Motherfuckers, you crazy I'll leave you |
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And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip |
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But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament |
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Or maybe at a lounge with an extra bitch |
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Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick |
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She got a problem, I can help her with that |
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Tell her man that she's fuckin' with crack |
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Bet he won't do nothin' |
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Frontin' like he gon' do somethin' |
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Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting |
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Talk to me, c'mon |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah, feel that right there |
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Nod your head to this shit right here, that real Hip Hop right there |
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It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar |
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Album coming, summer's ours cocksuckers |
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True story, BX Burough |
