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[Hook: Gucci Mane] |
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Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something |
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Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something |
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Page one of them corner boys, them young niggas don't know nun |
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Top grade *********, baby, I just wanna smoke something |
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Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? |
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Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? |
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Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something |
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I gotta let you know something, I'm gon' let you hold something |
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] |
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Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome |
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I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one |
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I ain't none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho |
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I ain't no horse and carriage, ho, I'm not with no marriage, ho |
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Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a *****, Randy Savage |
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If you sicker than a big **** [?] then Big Guwop got the antidote |
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Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe |
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[?] just like a antelope |
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Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don't know, *****, call Geronimo |
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This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago |
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And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago |
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I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] |
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Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa |
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It's just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut |
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Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like "So what?" |
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Swear to God she bent down for too long, it's time to go up |
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Lil money, *****, it's time to grow up |
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Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up |
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Them club owners know what's up, them girls wanna roll with us |
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They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up |
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Me and Gucci brought cash to the club |
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Smokin' out the bag in the club |
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Hold on, gotta gas in the club |
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Rich Homie ***** got the fattest ass in the club |
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Niggas mad in the club |
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***** [?] |
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We gon' pull up last to the club |
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Me and Meech still passin' on girls |
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Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane] |
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Gucci ain't poppin', he think that he poppin' |
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That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a ***** |
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Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich |
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I'm gon' try hit every car that he get |
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Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin' |
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Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish |
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Come out the hip, shoot off the rip |
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Pick the grip up, man, I'm coming equipped |
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Pity the fool, pity the fool |
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Get a [?] when I'm late on the rent |
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Straight in [?], can't see past the tint |
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Lay in your britches, I'm pitching a tent |
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Yes, I admit, broke as a ***** |
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No window to throw out a pot and the piss |
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Bright as a *****, pardon my French |
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My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss |
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I'm talking to Tony, I told you you monkey |
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I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money |
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I'll make you regret that you came to my country |
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What would possess you to play with me money? |
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[?] from monday to monday |
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Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday |
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Run up on me, you thought you was splurging |
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Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon |
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[Hook] |