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Yeah |
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You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, ******* |
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You know we had to hit you with another one |
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This time I got my *******s with me |
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We finna keep it trill in this ************, know what I'm sayin'? |
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If you a trill *******, if you a trill ************ |
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Throw that ************t up right now! |
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Shotgun pop, make the monetary add |
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Chop, won props with a military badge |
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Went AWOL 'cause I serve 8-******* |
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And I straight eggnog with the military axe |
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Pimpin' when I'm pinnin', ************ you couldn't tell me that |
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Way too loud, where the cemetery at? |
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Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat |
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So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag... |
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Skinny *******, Pretty Flacko, ******* grippin' that chopper |
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Party like a rocker now my *******s wildin' with Flocka |
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Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag |
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Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs |
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One dime piece, you already know she bad |
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Divan, GT and extraordinary... |
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My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it |
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My tat say ASAP and your ************ say I'm famous |
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My whole clique dangerous |
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We creepin' and sweepin' them grams up |
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For *******s and ******* and killers with triggers |
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Who buckin' and keepin' them hands up |
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If you a trill *******, get your mother******' hands up |
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If you a trill *******, get your mother******' hands up |
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If you a trill ************, get your mother******' hands up |
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If you a trill ************, get your mother******' hands up |
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Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't ******* with popo, popo |
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FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo, dolo |
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RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for ************, that's a no-no, |
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Throwin' money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo |
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Call me Pretty Godo, baller, date a model, drinkin' Roma |
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Scott'll keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle |
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3-6, Frankie Lymon, he ain't ballin', girl, he's just lyin' |
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Oh, broke-ass *******, won't you keep on tryin'? |
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Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment |
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My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich |
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Diamonds in my mouth got me talkin' cash ************t |
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Kush Clark Kent, for dough, ************, what I spit |
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******* your main girl off my down south accent |
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Waka Flocka! |
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My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich |
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I'm talkin' cash ************t, 'cause Gucci Mane the ************t (Gucci) |
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Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks |
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Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit |
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Gucci goin' loco, had that cocoa loco |
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Shorty say I ****** her - I don't really know, though |
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These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo |
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Blue and white diamonds, ************, I'm so Tony Romo |
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Thirty-four bricks, I grind 'em into bands |
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Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams |
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Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon |
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Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah we got them Falcons |
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Your girl hold my ************ like a Wii controller |
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Where's your ************, *******? We control her |
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The ****** she holdin' while she be over |
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And when she saw my mother******' keys it's over |
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And when I start it up, she like "lean me over" |
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Cold heart, warm ************, mama we be polar |
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I wore Louis Vuittons before they knew what they was |
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They like: "Louis Vuitton? Naw, unh-uh, cous'" |
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That's when I realized they didn't know what they was |
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Them *******s actin' like I ******' stepped in blood |
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O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds |
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And ate space cakes that was filled with bud |
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And now 20-12 *******, look at these scuds |
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Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge |
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You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail |
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You *******s ain't ******' with frail |
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My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair |
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My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share |
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Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP |
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Everybody on my ************ like Ahab |
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Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back |
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Recognize *******, ASAP |
