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Well baby beesh, that's my handle, money mackin' |
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Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and |
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Wood panel, modern day marlon brando |
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Squares don't understando |
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Play like a piano when i'm flipping through the |
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Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin' |
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On some doja, cars keep flippin' over |
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Getting' jags and testerosas |
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Motorola, coca-cola, stay high and never sober |
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Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster |
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Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy |
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Married to marijuana with that drama you can miss me |
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Fifty-fifty i'm a playa, slash money maker by nature |
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I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka |
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Make a good girl turn to sinna |
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Puttin' inches all up in her |
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Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner |
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I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door |
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Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go. |
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Follow my lead huh, do as i say not as i do. (x3) |
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Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5) |
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[second verse] |
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I remember way back in the day |
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I used to get spankings from my momma |
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But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in the |
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Bahamas, got a pair of versace pajamas |
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Little mommas say i'm a sex symbol |
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I come through with the blue coug |
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And shit i'm thinkin' lexus limo |
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I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain |
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And the pinky ring i'm gonna blind |
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Cuz it's my time, i pack my dime, i put two holes |
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Right in your spine |
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Every time you talkin' down my rhyme |
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Boy i beat yo lil' behind |
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And stop and rewind, feel my lines |
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Bottle like me, i'm gonna shine |
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Little christian on a mission |
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But listen he gaining recognition |
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In the expedition, it's gonna glistin' |
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Got a line and he went fishin' |
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Pay attention to the louisiano recano regano with a |
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Blano, i be puffin' on a big fano |
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Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto |
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Nigga i'm the one, the christian |
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The lucky motherfucker outside of the yukon |
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I'm swangin' fo's, i'm slangin' hoes |
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Representing of the way houston |
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These boys ain't ready for the age of levy in a ss |
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Chevy on perely |
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Nigga i be sippin' lean |
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And i'm counting green |
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Cuz boy i'm all about my feria (feria). |
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Chorus |
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[third verse] |
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I promise this song is harder than my dick is |
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I won in the olympics for cooking the most chickens |
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Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca |
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Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta |
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I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest |
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Momma mad, cuz i just just failed my piss test |
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Brain deader than a door knob |
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This is, for my road dog |
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Fresh out the pen i take him out to get a blowjob |
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I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot |
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The one to put a dope house |
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I'm sorry but it won't stop |
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My door got kicked in once before |
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And i'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more |
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I put holes up in they asses |
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Broke em' like some glasses |
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Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is |
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Answers your questions, throwed as mexicans |
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Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines. |
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Chorus |
