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(Chorus: Noke D) |
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I'm talking cash, nigga |
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Gripping grain, swanging lanes |
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We talking cash, nigga |
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Candy paint on all them |
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Range We talking cash, nigga |
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Don't try to stop my shine |
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We talking cash, nigga |
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Cause I tussle on the mind |
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I'm talking cash, nigga - 4x [Big Moe] |
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It's Big Moe |
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I stepped up in the door |
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Out the Southside bitch |
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I'm far from a hoe |
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I ain't even scared and you know |
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I'm down to wreck it |
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I'ma hit the bed |
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Moe-Yo gone get naked |
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Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling |
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Out the Southside, |
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Moe-Yo gone sing sing |
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I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow |
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It's that |
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Big Moe and you know |
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I'm no hoe |
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I'ma knock down that hoe |
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Toni Braxton |
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It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes |
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I'm taxing ? |
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Slacking sleeping off? you can't be talking about my click |
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You know it's |
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Wreckshop, hating hoes be on dick |
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It's that boy |
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Moe, I'm out the |
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Southside |
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I done came down, |
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Moe-Yo I'm gone chop |
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Ain't gone stop to the |
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T-O-P I creep |
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I'm putting it down from the |
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M-O to the |
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E My nigga |
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Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy |
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It's the Moe- |
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Yo claim pussy got to be greasy |
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Got to keep it wet, on the mic |
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I be's a vet |
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I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check |
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If you want me to be on your song, or sing a damn hook |
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It gotta be five grand bitch |
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I'm coming down cool |
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With my nigga what |
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Blue U Out the |
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Southside, |
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M-O-E a damn fool |
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With my partner |
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D-Reck, hoes they been checked |
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It's that |
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Wreckshop, earning paper and our respect |
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And my brother |
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K-Luv, my nigga |
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Big Toon Knocking down soon, |
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Moe-Yo gotta get a room |
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At the end of the fucking night, |
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I'm gone be fucking |
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It's that |
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Moe coming down, |
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I do the gangsta strutting |
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My nigga King |
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One, let's have fun |
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My partners |
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Keke, Weets, the |
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Lil Red coming down on hard |
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My nigga High |
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G, you know he's down with me |
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M-O to the |
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E, from the 1, 2, 3 |
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The Wreckshop tree, that's where |
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I be from |
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Partner Silly |
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Yo coming down on fucking hard (Chorus) [Pimp C] |
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Since I was 17, |
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I've been sipping on sip |
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Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip |
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I love old school cars, with candy ass paint |
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Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake |
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You hollin' you a killa but |
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I know you ain't no killa |
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I see you in the street bitch |
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I'm a trill ass nigga |
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And now since the eighties, putting niggas down |
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Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around |
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I ride an |
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Impala, don't pop my collar |
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Coming through the record company, want all my dollas |
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You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no dick |
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And I ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked |
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Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking |
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Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes |
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And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows |
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You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit |
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I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind |
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Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night |
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Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock |
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You need to get off them rocks, and get on private yachts |
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I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing |
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Drinking on hennessy, bitch you don't know |
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Pimp C You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass |
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I whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it's dark around (Chorus) |
