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They call me dubcuda was the last name |
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Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane |
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The passion of a husler |
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I got itAnd if it aint about money |
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I don't wanna talk about it |
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The passion of a husler |
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I got itAnd if it aint about money |
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I don't wanna talk about it |
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ChorusNow lemme see your fingers in the sky |
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And if you like money keep em up high |
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Stand up put your hands up |
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Show me what you all about |
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Real shit nigga |
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Yeah that's what |
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I'm talkin' bout |
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Getting' it in out of the concrete boots |
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In a coupe a hundred ten |
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Blowin like a flute |
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Fresh off of lockdown |
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Straight out the chute |
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Nigga down for whatever |
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Still all about the loot |
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The property of poverty |
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The looters of youth |
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Now it's denim on the leather |
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While removing the roof |
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The hog on the hog |
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With the "D's" on the |
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DeuceAnd you can blame it on the alcohol |
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The weed and the juice look. |
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Load up my weaponry |
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Starter cap to the left of me |
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You know when |
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I rep a "C" |
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Dub S to the death of me |
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Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me |
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But im all up in your chest with heat |
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Givin you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies |
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Till I rest in peace |
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Hustle the recipe |
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Your niggas a bitch babyyou need to sit next to me |
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Dub Cuda the bandana dangler |
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O T countin dirty money with the hanky up |
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Chorus(?) you |
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Shake the (?) off you |
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Comin again please |
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Gimme something to walk too |
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I can't leave see |
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For all of my niggas |
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Who don't wear tight jeansup they ass needs mewent independent last |
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CDstill sold a shitload of recordsno radio or |
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TVand Im stickin to the program |
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Chucks on the concrete |
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While the |
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Cadillac door slams |
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The "W" was my star symbol |
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My jams make niggas get down |
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Like barrels out of car windows |
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Im a nut for |
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Cheese and chuck |
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T'sAddicted to big butt cheeks an weaves |
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Not a pop artist |
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But I'll pop they heezee |
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A branch of the same tree as |
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Pac & Eazy |
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Bumpin Jam |
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Master Jay & |
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BiggieIron on the stove |
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Shakin up the starch can |
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Sprayin my |
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DickiesChorus |
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Now who that nigga quick to shoot it |
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Cap at the truest |
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The closest to the streets to do it |
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MeThe D Fisher in this rap shit im a vet |
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In a blue pro (?) tied around the neezeck |
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Your future baby daddy |
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I might be |
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You aint never been with a nigga like me |
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Baby slide me you number |
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Ill call you later this weekend |
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I can't talk now |
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I'm on my way to rob the weed man |
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Love by a few hated by majurity |
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Im the reason these rappers keep security |
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I go hard kick gears and jump cars |
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Chuckin up the hood |
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Three wheelin in your front yard |
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You niggas is temporary |
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Facebook Gangstas |
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I put faces on obituaries nigga |
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Chorus |
