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I'm not ya one hit wonder |
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And when you see me on the streets in a black jeep |
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Know I got the heat up under |
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Not up under the seat, up under my cheek |
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Like so close to me that when I move it squeaks |
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I ain't no big buff dude I'm a rap singer |
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I exercise one muscle that's my strap finger |
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And I can't call it how I see it no more |
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'Cause these niggas'll take ya words back and twist em' like a pretzel |
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And these bitches be the same too |
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Comin' with that sob story crocodile tears trying to gang you |
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And that's exactly what the game do |
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And if you ever get caught dirty with a nigga she gon' blame you |
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So what in the hell you want to floss her for? |
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It's supposed to be 'bout what a baller nigga cost that ho |
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You givin' a game of black eye in ya S-5 |
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While you niggas kick back poppin' X you let that cuz' dry |
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And that bitch supposed to carry her own car note |
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And don't be going for that shit "I got a sore throat" |
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Give that bitch a couple of secrets |
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Or give that that ho that application down on Vernon to that duplex |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
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The only concern |
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Bitch you get fucked, can't suck |
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But you want a nigga with a million bucks |
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A 5-double-0 and a Rover truck |
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I bend 'em all over 'til I know they stuck |
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Want to tell your friends that you fucked with A |
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But how many dicks did ya suck today? |
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Do we play ball? Do we move that weight? |
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All I got for a motherfucking ho is hate |
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Bitch want to get drunk and high |
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Point that booty on to the sky |
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Square ass bitch go bake a pie |
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Get a tattoo of a dick in ya eye |
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Want to be flied call Continental |
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The Benz ain't a rental |
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Sippin' on shit that ya can't pronounce |
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Ho quit staring at my bank account |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
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I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing |
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P the reason you know |
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'Cause pimpin'll have you seeing me with a bad ass ho |
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Legendary my name |
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Secondary you came |
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And you won't see me stop making hits 'till I walk with a cane |
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Still 5'11", 6 feet with shoes |
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Compton, OG nigga givin' niggas the blues |
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Etched in stone, makin' yo bitch fetch the bone |
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I'm calling the cops punk motherfuckers catch the phone |
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The walkie talkie, the 2-way and all of the above |
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Nightstick up yo ass 'til we all see blood |
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Fuck ya, I'm a cop too |
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I'm a cop me a kilo of yay |
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and try to get it crackin' like it's '82 |
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With Monte Carlos and European firms cop them El Co's on that gold lace |
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Dippin' round the whole place |
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Fuck a 6-pack nigga cop the whole case |
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And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face |
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The way my glock cock keep a niggas full |
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got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals |
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Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P. |
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Very sincerely yours |
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Quik nigga please |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
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The only concern |
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When I bump on this trouble |
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Niggas gettin' big money on the double |
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Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn |
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Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern |
