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Woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Bankhead, we ain't never scared |
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You heard what Lil' Mark said |
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D4L put it down, radio gotta play it |
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Still on that front street |
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****in? with them young G's |
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Cicero, Martin Luther King |
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Bankhead boys all down with me |
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Harris home still my home |
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County boys got them toys for y'all haters |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Can't pull my card, I'm Mookie be, the dope E mate |
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Paper chasin', weildin' it, grab the mike |
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And keep that mother****er, stay crunk |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Big trucks, big bucks, stunt man stay flexed up |
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Ice on my wrist to my mother****in' neck up |
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Y'all niggas ain't never heard of me |
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Like that song called Shit Me |
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Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me |
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Hit me on my cell phone 44368 |
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Posted on that front street |
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Get there check and don't be late |
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Label me the bad guy, cash flow it multiply |
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Never seen so much money in my bank |
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It stacked so high |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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That's front street, woah get geeked like O |
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Like Stunt ain't got no rap give 'em 2 dollars Fabo |
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I can pop like lo, make you bend your knees till your hips go |
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Next time you think first before you run your lip, hoe |
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I was born Evangelist, see Bankhead ain't havin' it |
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E for real, got the trap locked down |
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They front street rappin? it |
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245's on that new Rov, oh |
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Sucker you will die when that front street, woah |
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I pop, I roll, won't beat at the trap door |
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And a hundred D4L fans runnin' through that back door |
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Woah, woah, he'll do it now |
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Woah, woah , she'll do it now |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Swerve like this through that front street woah |
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Range Rov, 24's with a pocket full of dough |
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I'm lo, get ?em lo, let 'em know, shoot a bow |
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Oh no, D4L done walked through the door |
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And we high off dro, knockin' haters to the flo? |
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Make a way to the bar for tha Cris and the Mo? |
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Fabo geeked up, do your dance on a hoe |
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He done popped another Sprewell spinnin' like O |
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Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah |
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Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Front street, woah, front street, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
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Woah, woah, woah, woah |
