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[Verse 1:] |
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Wishing for a steak eating on a kit kat |
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And yo bitch ain't shit my lil homie hit that |
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He let his patna slip that brung it through the set |
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Told him that I couldn't do nothin with that she riff raff |
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Bring that bitch back |
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I'm pretty sure her duck ass waitin' to pick that up |
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Dust her off he missing that he fucking up |
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Ho going hammer like the speakers in the truck |
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Ain't nobody but us if you want know where get that real killa from |
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These opium raps blue magic in the drums |
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Vacuum lung kush dracula |
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You'll live forever fucking with us |
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Impressions ever lasting |
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Moving on up we the crew them suckers mad at |
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I don't give a fuck loud weed loud laughing |
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Ya'll making excuses and I make it happen |
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Ya'll acting and I'm actually in action |
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[Hook:] |
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There's something 'bout a nigga like me |
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New Orleans bossed up J.E.T |
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Neighborhood kid lookin up to em |
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Bad bitches stayin true to em |
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Niggas tryin to do em |
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But they can't do nothin to em |
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Cause he like stainless steel |
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Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real |
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I don't know why but he just so fly |
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Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Spitta get up on them beats sky high |
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Killing niggas like a drive by |
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Controlled flow no wild fire |
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If it's meant for ya I deliver like a sniper |
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Fire right between yo eyes no liar |
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Came up with these rhymes one night in my spider |
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Cruisin my city I ain't go in the club for five minutes |
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I just parked on side of it leaned on my exotic |
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Chopped it with my compadres conspirin |
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On how to take the bank and not trip the sirens |
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Jets ain't just the pilot |
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Anybody repping my set |
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Trained and certified in the flyness |
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There's more to this then yo clothes lil bro |
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Even tho I look cool in these threads |
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I make moves with a level head |
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Rolling up in a Lincoln with some snoop playing thinkin bout |
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[Hook: x2] |
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There's something bout a nigga like me |
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New Orleans bossed up J.E.T |
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Neighborhood kid lookin up to em |
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Bad bitches stayin true to em |
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Niggas tryin to do em |
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But they can't do nothin to em |
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Cause he like stainless steel |
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Only hatin on him because he keep it way too real |
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I don't know why but he just so fly |
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Inspiration in the clouds as I ride by em |