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I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmatian doggy Deep |
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And fly with the tongue so if you feelin froggy, leap |
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Kermit you better think before you ribbit |
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Don't be murdered over your song before add libit |
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I pop up like exzibit |
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Forget it I'm at your krivitz |
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Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your civics |
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Fuck getting your ride pimped |
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Ull get hard tyed wimped |
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Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shrimp |
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It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with limp |
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Cause your boy jus stay above the game |
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They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame |
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But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim |
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Go 'head nigga, say another name |
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Take dis family for a joke I had Wayans brotha games |
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And I'm a get u sucka I've been scheming with dis keenan |
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Aimin with dis Damon/I'm puttin dat major pain in |
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My lil man zonia marlon and shawn ya |
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Lay da beef on dis noodle |
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Make some noodle lasagna |
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40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta |
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You reach for dis medallion you must like Italian, nigga |
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You only see me pushin if the drivers side |
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I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired |
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The drop top, dey say the social drive expired |
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So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab |
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(Chorus:) |
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Uh I get money like a mutherfucka |
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Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
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Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka |
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Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
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(Juelz Santana:) |
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I'm on da grind till da police come |
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With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb |
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Or... I let that semi twirl youh |
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Now you could follow the drip |
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Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you |
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Wen we slop you like seconds |
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Obey me like peasents |
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Or get opened up like presents |
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Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect |
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Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck |
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Say cheese |
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My doughs a bit longer |
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My flow is jus slaughter |
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My wrists look like frozen polin spring water |
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So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with |
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I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit |
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Havent u all heard (what?) |
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Ya'll all heard(yup) |
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I stick toothpicks(where) |
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In ya all durbs |
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Listen, |
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I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse) |
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Octopus(whatelse) |
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Oysters |
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Chaa |
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I got my eye on your wifey now(yea) |
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I'll have her lick me up(up) |
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And den wipe me down(down) |
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She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn) |
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She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud |
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She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn |
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So I gave her knee pads for da rug |
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It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle |
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U surfboy dudes get wiped out |
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(Chorus:) |
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Uh I get money like a mutherfucka |
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Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
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Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka |
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Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
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(Lil Wayne:) |
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Get you, 3-4, get you |
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Like the number after one, i'ma get me too |
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It's Weezy F-U, now you gotta have a baby |
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My money don't folds nor bends |
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Mercedes maybach, grey black |
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And i gotta 4-4 and a K like 8-stacks |
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Fuck yo city and yo town, i state facts |
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Take that, no better yet like Diddy, take dat |
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Wait rats, i hate rats, i clean em out like ajax |
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Got paper like a fax machine, assaneen |
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Damn i mean assanine, im dappa dine |
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And after mine there will be non |
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Damn i mean there will be none |
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I will be one of the greatest things you ever felt, you ever seen |
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Or heard, carter, havard, ya'll scurred |
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Not me, not i, call me young popeye |
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Tell bruno im a nuno, i'll bring ral to your funral |
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Damn i mean funeral, funerol |
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You say tomato, i say tamata |
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You say get em, i say got em, yeah i got em |
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Man you better keep payin' me cuz you don't want my problems |
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I be wildin' like capital one, what is in your wallet |
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You fly but what is it to pilot |
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Weezy, im at the top, foot up in your bottom |
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Damn i mean foot up in your ass |
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I kick that shit, now gon put it in the trash, diesel |
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(Chorus:) |
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Uh I get money like a mutherfucka |
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Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
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Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka |
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Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa |
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I got everything |
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You got nuthing |
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You ain't got nuthin on me |
