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Ugh, zee |
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I got wakin haze, my customer's hoes sleep with me |
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We have small beef, I still sell em o's for three fifty |
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They known when big beef, I'll pop 100 times |
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Be like road kill, I live niggas brains on 189 |
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And my down bitches, they be ready to kill |
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I be like chill, they be like "Thats my nigga fo' real." |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record |
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We still gunna get this money in the bricks |
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Spill it, Zee |
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I'm like santa clause, I deliver niggas grams raw |
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Straight from Panama, they eat it up like Hannibal |
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And my dons, they appear like magic wands |
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I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track I'm on |
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Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans |
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More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram |
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I get B-Boy a truck, yo truck in the river |
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Fuck some doe, he be like "Thats my nigga fo real." |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before I crawl |
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I want it all, ever since I came outta my mommas walls |
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Im trying to make so much dough when I write a song |
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I can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls |
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Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus |
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We fabolous, while you fall off like cannabis's managers |
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My man D, you keep the Nina pillin |
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Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina Williams |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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Zee need buddha, E user |
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Be freelookers spittin from our PT Cruisers |
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My tank dont drop, i still got dough to make |
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Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight |
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Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier |
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Sixteen cellys and 4 pagers |
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Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours |
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I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars |
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Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep |
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Ran the street, 10 grand a week |
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I give 'em one word, dont put ya man to sleep |
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And i love my jersey live bitches |
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They leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches |
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They'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the ocean |
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They see where octopusses live |
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This label deal is for raws pacin chill |
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I know mad heads, but still |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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That's my nigga fo' real |
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Yeah what |
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Bricks |