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You see me roll in the Chevy, know that I'm doing it heavy |
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your body language will tell me nigga, I see you nigga. |
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The fedi kicks and the belvi the skinny jeans and the smelly |
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when I walk past is making you wanna be me nigga. |
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But I aint mad, matter fact impressed, |
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a hatin campain I aint know I had one yet. |
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That was the same thing I was just asking Tech. |
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He told me niggas get mad at established vets. |
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They wanna steal your swagger, and kill your laughter, |
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Stick every nigga who get rich and you with daggers, |
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will smile up in your face, but then will boo you after. |
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its all the same, part of the game when yous a factor. |
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So niggas keep on feeding me all the fuel to gas up, |
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my passion, Im blasting right to and past ya. |
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And you wont have to worry bout the ruins after |
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cause Kutty Cals the (?) who the master. |
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Chorus |
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Yo, You muggin hard on the low |
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I see it |
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The way you look at my car when I roll |
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I See it |
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Even with my Sucka Duckas on |
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I see it |
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You hatin on me |
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I see it |
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You fakin homie |
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I see it |
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Yo, You muggin hard on the low |
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I see it |
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The way you look at my car when I roll |
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I See it |
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Even with my Sucka Duckas on |
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I see it |
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You hatin on me |
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I see it |
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You fakin homie |
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I see it |
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My bank account large, your bank account small |
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as fresh as Im raw, niggas yall spoiled. |
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I tour across all 50 states,yall |
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home with no job, scratching your balls |
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You mutha ****as are bout to witness |
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one of the baddest niggas |
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up out the middle of kansas city mane (?) |
