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Malice saying we too hot |
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New verses please, c'mon |
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Hot damn, it's a new day |
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Hot damn, but them boys want the money man |
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Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn |
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My how the boys grow? |
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From roaming low into homes to homes of his own |
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No catching up he's in a whole another zone |
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Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome |
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Haters stay clear of him |
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Y'all stay in cheer for him |
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Got up out the game and overcame |
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Let's hear it for him |
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Keep a new toy so I wonder how good |
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I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood |
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Big chain monster, whip game bonkers |
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Monster truck remind him of Tonka |
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Diamond M color plush gold still gutter |
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My deal is in the mills |
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Motherfucker and I ain't stutter |
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Bitter sweet, my life's a musical |
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From holding nose to roles gold |
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The Lord's beautiful |
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Before him I'm to shame to show my face |
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But she's so mean, can't help but to fall off the race, motherfucker |
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Hot damn, it's a new day |
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Hot damn, but them boys want the money man |
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Hot damn, when the white hit the pen it |
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Twist and it tumbles, it flips and it fumbles |
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I mix it like gumbo, I pitch it so subtle |
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I keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em wondering |
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What happened to that boy? |
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Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy |
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Is it the pimp, the crook a hustler thing? |
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The man, the music, the making, the king |
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Constantly builded by me |
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A million men marching like calling them the King Kong |
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The verse making the world sing |
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My hearts on the sleeve-a |
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Y'all basically just like my opinion |
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The bars hoping the sun shines on them |
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But you still gotta watch the phonies |
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Watch your homies, we got you, homie |
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Hot damn, it's a new day |
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Hot damn, but them boys want the money man |
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Ugh, handle the rock like none other |
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Wrist over the stove, head under the cupboard |
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In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered |
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The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter |
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The way it melt, he won't cop from non-other |
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The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven |
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Or easy bake, pink D.V's make |
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The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P? |
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Imagine that Royals Royce crashed it |
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We unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh |
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You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones |
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Get the fuck out'a here |
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That's for real, my gats is real |
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SL5 is looking like the Bat Mobile |
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Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh |
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Both chains probably match a deal |
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Y'all dudes is a act for real pusha |
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Hot damn, it's a new day |
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Hot damn, but them boys want the money man |
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You either salute deaf, 'cause you looked at |
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That's what a old G told me |
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That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact |
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And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back |
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It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place |
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I'm what you call a destructive war path |
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It will be shell showers in today's forecast |
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You a gangsta? I can't tell |
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Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it |
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Those jewels aren't genuine, because if it was |
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I'm nice with it, I would have been took that |
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That skin stacked in your pocket, I would have been shook that |
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And this world you gotta watch it, I'm here to warn ya |
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Cats turn informal, over snow wrapped and wags |
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My son's home, crying, don't give me no slack |
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Just put the motherfucking money in the bag |
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These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask |
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Coldchain's not your typical crook |
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I'm being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush |
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Hot damn, it's a new day |
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Hot damn, but them boys want the money man |
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Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn |
