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[Verse 1] |
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I'm rocking retros with the cargos |
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I sell so many bricks, I need a barcode |
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All the vatos in the hood they call me Pablo |
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Cause I can cook a half a kilo with my eyes closed |
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I'm in a Lambo' Murcielago |
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But what's ironic to me is the fact I drive slow |
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I try to put my ***** so deep it touched her tonsils |
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I'm just an OG in the hood just like your uncle |
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And I'm *******ttin' on these *****s like a portable potty |
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And a brand new Bugatti, mixing Sprite in narcotics |
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Young ***** super ****y and my verse is melodic |
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Crazy paint on the Bentley it look like Henn' & Hpnotiq |
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[Hook] |
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The *****es on the stage I'mma keep tipping |
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The pints on deck I'mma keep sipping |
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Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up |
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I'm so froze up, I might throw up |
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Crack a seal and pour a four up |
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Kill that cup and pour some more |
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[Verse 2] |
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Cooking **** and trust a tree, yeah I got the recipe |
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East Atlanta ***** so I never let you handle me |
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Hotter than a candle be, straight A, new Jeep Cherokee |
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My new girlfriend is blackanese, and I run with a bunch of thieves |
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Your baby momma seen me in Lenox and tried to tackle me |
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I done got so famous, I can't even eat at Applebee's |
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I don't give a damn 'bout no ***** say he out rapping me |
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50 pints of drank in the trap, I want a stack a piece |
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Three naked hoes in the room, they want a stack a piece |
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It's twenty thousand just so my goons can sip some Ace with me |
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Two Ferraris parked at my house, who wanna race with me? |
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Pick a ticket, let's see who wins to have a date with me |
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It's Gucci |
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[Hook] |
