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St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up |
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Swallowin' |
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Cris' till we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now |
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We navigatin', wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin' |
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God over Satan, no debatin', so |
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I'm celebratin' |
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This new life, off the block buyin' stock |
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Divin' off the dock in |
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Bangkok, I used to slang rock |
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And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card |
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Bitches goin' nuts when the rims hit the boulevard |
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Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin' |
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From the T |
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V's, diamonds went from hard to see to 3 |
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DDouble VD, bubble |
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Lex with the |
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CDPuffin' seaweed, |
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I'm free, hit the slope and ski |
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DC to France, finance is too advanced |
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Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands ' yellin' "Romance" |
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I never stop comin', gunnin', runnin' and sunnin' |
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With Cuda spinnin' them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin' and blunted |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay |
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Five deep in a |
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Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto |
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Float St. |
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Louis, fake insurance, with no petro |
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Nuts are heavy, |
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Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go' |
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Tics are ready, |
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Kevin Law tell 'em |
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I said soI let go, sixteen out of sixty-four |
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And the forty-eight bars left |
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I'll have you kickin' for mo' |
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Women be like, "Who do y'all think y'all are?" |
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I'm Mr. Pull |
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Up in big trucks, |
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I'm far from a star' |
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Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come |
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One out of five reasons why they hatin' on us |
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Tracks is like a gas tank, |
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I fill 'em on up |
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And my shows is robbery style, they givin' it up |
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I'm like a |
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Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up |
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And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin' me up |
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They women treat me like cows, they be pullin' my stuff |
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And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin' me off |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay |
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Now you know |
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Mo, I stay equipped with a zip |
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And the soles of my |
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Air Force |
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One's on e'ry trip |
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And on e'ry whip |
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I choose those |
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D's to roll |
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What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for? |
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When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the |
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Nav'Pop a half and take out your |
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Ave on my behalf |
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My whole staff love to laugh and count the money |
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On the couch, hands in our pants like |
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Al BundyI love smoke ganjay |
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Monday to |
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MondayAnd e'ry other day a nigga ****in' with gun play |
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It's ok, since all the dogs out |
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All my broads out, doin' they bump they broads out |
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And we rollin', |
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Henny holdin' and blunt rollin' |
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Money foldin', been in more rings than |
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Hulk Hogan |
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It's official, |
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Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle |
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You boys signed up fo' reel, you doin' your thug thizzle |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out |
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Thick broads out, all the stars out |
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin' |
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What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite? |
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I'm like okay |
