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(feat. Killa Tay) |
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I'm on a mission for money, dreams n' Bentleys n' Ferrarris |
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Influenced by the biggest ballas now bitches wanna call us |
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Picture me with all the cheese mansion lookin overseas |
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Pushin limosuines n' stackin hunits n' g'z |
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Dubbz on my sports car six car garage |
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Its like a mirage when you step off my back yard |
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Rollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I'm gettin mine |
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Them models you see on TV fuckin em' all the time |
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Zippin on $200 bottles of champainge |
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Till I'm dead in the game wont a damn thang change |
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I'm a boss bitch thats why I floss bitch |
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And we leave from the club you gettin tossed bitch |
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Besta believe I'm a thug keep it crackin n' stackin my mill |
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Taller than (??) (??) n' roll like a back down |
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Fuck goin' back to jail |
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Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' kill |
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Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 |
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Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit |
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Ballin like king tut two rollies |
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Mac like goldies somebody better hold me |
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Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 |
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Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit |
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Ballin like king tut nigga what |
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Two rollies somebody better hold me |
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You see me sliddin up not givin a fuck we done been up |
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Throwin up the mob down the block so bring it up |
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I be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady |
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Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it daily |
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It aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that can play me |
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It aint NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that can hate me |
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I be sideways shakin dick up on the highway |
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Havin it my way I think it was a Friday better yet a Thursday |
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Thinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit the bay |
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It was a true figga young mob figga make mans skrilla |
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Gettin close up on the trigga |
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Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seee |
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TVs in the back seat |
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Now police wanna catch me |
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Cuz I'm livin large $80,000 cars |
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A young ghetto star no matter who you are |
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[Chorus] |
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I put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 lifted |
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Swimmin in money because I'm gifted |
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Livin the life of a rap star Bentleys n' double R's |
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Ride luxury cars flossin wit allstars |
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Catch me overseas counting g'z and they hate it |
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Mad cuz a thug nigga done made it |
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Wanna see me down and out bank account on rip |
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You players haters you can suck a fat dick |
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I put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like shit no breathin |
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To the wizard of oz hard courage is what you needin |
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Beat up n' get up out it before I draw down |
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Wit a 44 caliber desert eagle got shit locked down |
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Like a dog pound and we all down |
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For that dubb C L mafia loc |
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Aint no stoppin us loc |
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Not unless you poppin us loc |
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I'm a floss across town like the president |
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Flip a yay and dont touch no evidence |
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Baller Style! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Killa Tay] |
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I'm a cap pilla you fuckin wit some real killas |
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Ride through my 9 milla on cock like a dike bitch |
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I'm bellin it tight bitch |
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My profile aint rightous I'm a thug lord |
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I got whatever you need like a drug store |
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Hard core killin off all enimies |
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Them dollies crackin speed knum you on my g'z |
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I be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but fuck college |
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All a nigga need is my heat and some of this street knowledge |
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Get some dollas straight thuged out |
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Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out |
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But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed |
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Cuz I like to drop E off Remy and weed |
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I'm through the town like the HIV |
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Regulatin strikin dirty wit a fake ID |
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Instead of hatin I be chassin this paper hard status |
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Its in my nature still copin kids never potin licks wit no fakies |
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