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[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane] |
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Old boy, killer cam, trunk full of old boy |
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Murking foot******* in the hood like ****** boy |
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Oh my good grief damn, who is this guy? |
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Gucci on them all, tie looking like a white guy |
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Working with 5 I cut it on the [?] |
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If it ain’t a fork I can whip it with a [?] |
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You don’t got a scale, I can do it with my eye-eye |
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Couldn’t find a scrap so I went in with a tire iron |
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Egg beater fast, ************* bread do the work [?] |
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Got your whole neighborhood stash in my book bag |
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My worker said ‘Wop looked good with a [?] |
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Told that ************* to get butt naked when she cooked that |
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Versace, medusa head, [?] where my fleece at |
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Told that ************* she might turn to stone if she look back |
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A rapper, a trapper, two hats, my but my head back |
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Bricks come with four in the pack like a kit kat |
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Lane change, rolling 50 thou, ginger P |
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Cash out shouldn’t of said that, it should’ve been a secret |
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Me and [?] can you please keep a secret |
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Young Thug make me mad, he forgot where the ****** at |
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[Hook – Young Thug] |
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Riding around with two girls |
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I ain’t talking bout [?] |
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Home alone with no help |
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Ain’t nothing but this mother******g carbon |
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I’m riding around with two boys |
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I ain’t talking bout Jake or Kevian |
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I’m traffickin' that ball, that ball like I’m the Edison |
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Traffickin', traffickin', traffickin' |
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Traffickin' traffickin' , traffickin' , that yay |
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I’m home alone, I’m home alone |
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I’m home alone and I’m traffickin' , that yayo, yayo, yayo |
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We don’t need no mother******g ****** |
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This ************* beating down the floor |
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[?] |
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Gio go [x5] |
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[Bridge – Young Thug] |
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Million DK, I’m a slug |
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I mug every mother******g club I enter |
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Gave him 17 5 for the slug, lay em down |
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On my mouth saying baby girl enter |
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I remember when I couldn’t afford a car |
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Now we got a million dollar worth of rentals |
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I remember when I used to ask for a dog |
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Now I got a free dog for my denture ************* |
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[Verse 3 – PeeWee Longway] |
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Wow, Longway got chicks in the fender |
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3 white *******, molly in the middle |
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Smoking gas with my [?] and they itching |
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Is it gooey, is it bushy, is it [?], did you diss it? |
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[?] you, YSL, she the [?] |
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Fool with designer, everything cost [?] |
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Casper the ghost, I’m on [?] killing them |
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Tommy gun out on my tummy, I’m Longway Dillinger |
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100 round drum my gun, don’t make me spit at you |
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Hit at you, I murder for fun, you [?] |
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[?] on molly, I spray through your ho, you throw em out |
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Don’t play with my funds, I make your ************* ass do the walk it out |
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[?] the money in the passenger my Panamera |
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[?] like in a mother******g Camera |
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For a couple more I got Longway on Lil Daryl |
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************* two chicks in the trunk of [?] llama, Alcatraz |
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Bricks [?], VVS’s got to stare |
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Call the squad from [?] where’d you book this [?] |
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Keep my chain the color of how she did the [?] |
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Mailman drop off the box, that mean that ladder in |
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Keep some cash out, I’m thugging for dollars |
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My [?] cop me by the thousands |
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If you ain’t [?] white chick, ************* don’t barter |
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Cause I ain’t got rules [?] |
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[Verse 4 – Cash Out] |
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Pockets on sumo, wore the Rolex other day, now the [?] glow |
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In Miami got your ************* on the jet skis |
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Take her to the room and that ************* jet ski |
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Dirty money in the Swiss account |
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That money [?] talking like my *************’s mouth |
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Had my old bricks at my old *************’s house |
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Paid her rent full time, then I kicked her out |
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New plug, hey I got to switch him out |
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New cars, hey I got to switch em out |
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80 K for the [?], I could get that that *************, that *************, that ************* |
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And that *************, naw mean, turn up in the booty club |
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All she want is a half inch, ************* it up |
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************* it up, that’s what I do for her |
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Let your hair blow *************t, no roof for her |
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I’m a dog *************t, so you know that I roof for her |
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If she don’t *************, then you know that I’m booting her |
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Who the hell taught you how to *************, girl, tune it up |
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I’m leaning, I bet the pot it stay leaning |
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My pockets, they stay scheming |
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With the head, they ain’t tryna do *************t |
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Tryna double up, two ******* on me |
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Tell them hoes double up |
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Head so good, WTF, what the ************* |
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Hashtag, [?] in the black Jag |
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****** her girlfriend, now she calling me the natnat |
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[Bridge] |