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Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack |
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I point it at you and tell it fetch |
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I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck |
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I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat |
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When I was in jail she let me call her collect |
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But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death |
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Top down, it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! |
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You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck |
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The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet |
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The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch |
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I pay these n*ggas with a reality check |
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Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best |
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This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress |
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The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest |
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An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh |
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[Rick Ross] |
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I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Load up the choppers like it's December 31st |
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Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts |
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Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon |
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Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh |
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[Rick Ross] |
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Big black, and an icey watch |
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Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop |
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Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box |
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Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might be high, swish! |
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I'm swimming in the yellow, boss |
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In the red 911 looking devilish |
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Red beam make a n*gga sit down |
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Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time |
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Drop palm olive on the vent and make it dope |
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Make it come back even harder than before |
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Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes |
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Well connected I got killers off in Chicago |
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[Rick Ross] |
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I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Load up the choppers like it's December 31st |
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Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts |
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Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon |
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Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Talk stupid get ya head popped |
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I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox |
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Big bee's, Red Sox |
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I get money to kill time, big clocks |
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Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k |
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Empty the clip than roll a window up |
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Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun |
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I'm in a red, she said she |
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200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece |
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That banana clip, let ya ? speak |
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Dark shades, Eazy E |
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Five letters, YMCMB |
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F**k that N*gga, f**k that n*gga |
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I see ya looking, what ya looking at n*gga |
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You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving |
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If I died today it'd be a holiday |
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[Rick Ross] |
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I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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So don't make it come alive |
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Rip ya apart than I put myself together |
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YMCMB, double M, we rich forever |
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The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang |
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Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint |
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Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch |
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My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks |
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Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape |
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Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes |
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Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus |
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N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all |
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Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up |
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If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up |
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It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up |
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I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |
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Yeah |
