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Young Money, syrup in the big shot |
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Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch |
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Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock |
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Rims hella big tires skinny like |
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Chris Rock |
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Ho hold the gun sideways like |
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O doggShoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off |
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Make the girls say my name like roll call |
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Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off |
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Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga |
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Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga |
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Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga |
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Money spread like germs get sick n-gga |
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Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas,1 9 hundred who want |
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I deliverConcrete shoes wont help in the river |
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I dont care if you was |
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Michael Phelps my n-gga |
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Im higher than the mothaf-ckin |
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Alps my n-gga |
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Im flyer than the mothaf-ckin stealth my n-gga |
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Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga |
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We the mothaf-ckas like |
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Milf my n-gga |
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UhUhm, Flow like |
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SyringesYea im in my mode got a code like |
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Da VinciI was in the trenches, now im in the trump |
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And everybody watch your back,when your in the front |
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You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta |
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Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker |
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Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles |
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Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles |
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Why thank you,if you a hater |
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Im eatin, yous a waiter |
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Pistol on my hip, |
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Tomb Raider |
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Holla at your gualla, sue em' later |
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Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga |
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And if you think your sweet, buy a room n-gga |
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Damo n-gga, |
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Im on my gang sh-t, |
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She give me good brain like she studied at |
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CambridgeLightin up a mothaf-cking blunt,stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-ckin runt |
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And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cka hunt |
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Everyday of the week is the first of the month |
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Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face |
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Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face |
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We can get it poppin like a semi automatic |
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And if you got beef |
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I put the biscuit on the patty |
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Rockstar tatted, big money addict |
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Running this sh-t now |
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Im feelin athletic |
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I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick |
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Stop playin |
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Im fresher then a degree stick |
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Street sh-t, well of course, |
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I smoke mad weed |
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Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land feet flat |
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Then walk a million miles with |
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New Orleans on my back |
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Haha, I need a massage,and when it come to hoes man |
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I got a collage |
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Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin |
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If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin |
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Kush so strong you can smell me coming |
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B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300 |
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You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin |
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Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs |
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No Ceilings. |
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Mothaf-cka |