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Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links? |
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Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day |
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Three 6; suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day |
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Boomin' out the trap through the hallway |
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Tell me what you niggas know about it |
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Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops |
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We be plottin' on the ops, she the one who got the drop |
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Just a free, quick fix, to the A and it's okay |
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They gon' take me back to my old ways |
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I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal |
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Kick it with my model chick |
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Sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss |
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Now I gotta let 'em know whose really trill |
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Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye |
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Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? |
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You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then |
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On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 |
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It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye |
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I ain't never lookin' for no handouts |
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Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out |
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Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out |
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Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down |
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Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out |
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Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out |
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I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down |
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If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down |
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Trick what? Pimps up, hoes down |
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Woah now, slow down |
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See they runnin' with my old style |
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Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style |
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It's a shame how they low down |
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Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh |
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Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh |
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Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em |
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I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him |
