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(feat. Fabolous) |
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RC- |
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Reef! Yeah! Shakedown in this mother******! |
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Fab- |
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Street fididididam! Bling Blaow! |
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RC- |
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-211, it's all, jack move wit em! |
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Red Café- |
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Why would my 2 door have a top on it |
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Why would ************ box have a lock on it |
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Show me where the Brinks at, I'll put the drop on it |
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Shorty this the D train you could hop on it (Yeah!) |
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B-More I supply that town, less than a 1000 grams how that sound (YEAHH!) |
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I change swing like Myoga, got the ************ connect from Arizona |
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Ride dirty on the freeway, cop guns off of Ebay, ga go DJ! |
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All my hustlers that miss BI, put your Rollies in the sky, wave em side to side |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |
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Fabolous- |
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Chea, I'm there with everything on |
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The Rich Yung line, and the heavy bling on |
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Ya ************ on mine cuz everythings long, |
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The 6 duece driver keep the MayB warm |
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The chain with the virgin marys baby charm, |
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Ma, the ************ look like a babys arm |
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I fly where the PJ goes, drink PJ rose |
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I do this until the DJ goes, (HOLD UP!) |
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Keep doin what cha do, ******s is sick |
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I sweep through em like a flu, hacheww! |
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I just creep through and get a few, |
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But I nail ya girl she keep screwin at me too |
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I know how all yall feel |
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First New York ****** wit a Paul Wall grill |
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Bling blaow, I aint come to play |
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Ima bring thous, L-O-S-O! |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |
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Red Café- |
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They don't let the hawk in the disco, |
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West coast, ************rt off in the 6-4 |
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See my down ass ************ like to dip low |
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And my ******s get chips like Nabisco (Yeah!) |
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That's true, yall know cash rules |
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Show off my Brooklyn book tattoo |
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Hat to the back, gun in my lap, |
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Snitch better duck from the (hratttt!) |
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Ima show a ****** up ****** |
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I don't talk, I shoot a ****** up ******! |
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I gotta say free Kim, before they keep Kim |
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Brooklyn, it's a G thing |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |
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I got diamonds on my neck, yeah, |
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Diamonds on my wrist, |
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Now errbody do it, |
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HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! HOLD UP! BLING BLAOW! |