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Play time's over lime green rover |
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Even after Remi still seems i'm sober |
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My cream got lower them things got colder |
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Ever since the last thing I caught in October |
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June's now here move around where |
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Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there |
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Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit |
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Got a lot of work can't let *******t sit |
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I know down there it's slow down there |
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Everything's double I can blow down there |
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Next flight out i'ma jet right out |
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Got the white floating on the 95 south |
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See y'all soon it'll be around noon |
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And y'all know a ***** style i'ma leave y'all room |
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Dressed in old clothes step on no toes |
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Money over *****es sexxin no hoes |
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It's *******t like that'll make you slip like that |
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Crossed all up and get you hit like that |
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The game ain't fair names ain't clear |
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Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear |
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Bodies Gotta get caught (*****s gotta die) |
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Everybody wanna *******t talk (Why *****s gotta lie?) |
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Somebody gotta get scorched (*****s gone fry) |
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It's time *****s get taught (Stop gettin high) |
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(repeat) |
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Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more |
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But I ain't never give a ***** so screw y'all all |
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Love to ball since school got moves and all |
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Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor |
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And there's certain *****s now I refuse to call |
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Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all |
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You got blocks go head move that wall |
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Like to break *******t down I give em two for four |
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I'ma get my run few trips i'm done |
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Wanna ***** but the work can't mix wit fun |
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See the *******t don't stop till i'm sittin on top |
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And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots |
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Y'all know that vibe a *****'s soul done died |
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Play the board till the lord above close my eyes |
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It's real like that why I feel like that |
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Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat |
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But SOS don't play it goes both ways |
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And we love hittin corners just like roach spray |
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Chorus |
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So if you love yourself you won't cross my path |
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I gasoline *****s up and torch they ass |
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40 yards from the field goal caught the pass |
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While you fumble *******t knocked off half ya stash |
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Had to be your work I see your hurt |
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But any fool on the street gotta eat first |
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I earnt that right i've turnt out nights |
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Just now taking time out to learn about life |
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It's more wise to it like why did I do it |
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Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it |
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