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The way my wrist glist' |
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I make a hood bitch say "Damn!" |
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My neck-lace represent the fact |
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I go ham It's lonely up here, man |
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I need to come down |
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So many O's |
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I made the bank teller pass out |
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My trap house floors lookin like a |
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Magic City |
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Monday But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds |
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My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie |
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I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't shit funny (ha) |
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I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin |
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I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies |
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I'm gettin on your nerves cause |
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Gucci got money |
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The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny [Chorus] |
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I mic check, |
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I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk |
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One scratch on my |
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Nike checks, |
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I cop another pair |
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I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck when she hit the bubble kush the bitch coughed up her breakfast |
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I'm the realest make a bet, |
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I bet the checks don't bounce |
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So much cash in the bag |
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I make accountants lose count |
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Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out |
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With me and |
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Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk |
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Gucci! [Chorus] |
