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feat. Young Roddy |
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[Verse 1: Curren$y] |
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Single engine Cessna |
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Amphibious landing gear, terrain treacherous here |
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******* groupers, blocks of white cheddar |
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Precious metals, butter soft leathers |
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Shakers and movers, business is booming |
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Lil *******, you know who you in the room with? |
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Big boss, killer whales and sharks, ain't no tuna fish |
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We'll know who was fit when the casualties get tallied |
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There will be a list, carved in stone for all the soldiers buried |
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In this bloody mud, war on drugs |
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I just rap like it's packages, ducking the ******* fuzz |
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Jealous of my status, wan' know what it was |
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We'll put 'em in that position, to any bust can we link em? |
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But I'm four joints rolled up, back of that black tour bus thinking |
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Up more **** by the boatloads, stay afloat no sinking |
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100 spokes on the Lincoln, Rivieras on [?] |
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Parked outside the fortress, where the money ain't never sleeping |
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[Verse 2: Young Roddy] |
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My grandpa left me a Cadillac with the white walls |
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Was on a mission, hear my tires scratch off |
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Came up, fell back off |
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My momma sent me to the store to cop a pack of Newports |
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And a lotto ticket scratch off |
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Hope we hit that jackpot at least one time |
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Trying not to get locked out by one time |
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That cheddar on my mind I only see green, I'm color blind |
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Shout out to Sean John and [?] I'm tryna *******ne |
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With a hundred bag in my pocket |
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Seven grams you can acknowledge |
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Better watch out for your trail, this *******t get real when the feds watchin' |
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I'm known to clock my dollars got his girl dancing topless |
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Better slow your roll Charlie I run laps around your posse |
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I spit 'til they start drowning ain't no love for the out of towner |
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My Chevy engine stay grinding, kept 100 shots in my chopper |
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That a hundred hoes in that lobby, got a bad ******* and she bout it |
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She tryna get to my home, I used to roll on chrome |
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Now I ride on 100 spokes, out |
