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Nice tires on the 'Ghini |
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You should wanna king me |
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Brain dead flow, vegetable zuchini |
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I live on the beach |
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She walk around in her bikini |
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Girls are like a school |
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And I cut 'em like seniors |
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I'm here to distinguish |
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The bears from the penguins |
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Life is just a gap, |
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Get some money in between it |
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Glocks like police |
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Pumps like FEMAs |
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This beat gettin' totaled |
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Pam, Keisha, Kema |
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Sittin' on the world |
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Thinkin' bout a girl |
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Pistol on my side |
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Paint you like mural |
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Dig in my pocket |
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Pulled out a party |
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Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party |
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H-H-Hollygrove *******t, I'm on my Hollygrove *******t |
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Lookin' for a bad *******, I give her dinosaur ******* |
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Big bad flow Weezy, ******* the polices |
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Church like a choir and a couple of old priest-es |
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Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors |
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I'm not expectin' you to have one inside yours |
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Vince Young, suicide doors |
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Life's a *******, now die for her |
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[Verse Two - Short Dawg] |
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I have the type of flow *******s don't have to like |
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My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write |
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The way I'm eating *******s wish they had my appetite |
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Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Apple white |
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I pull four then I hit the exit door |
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Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor |
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Hood smell the scent of money coming out my pores |
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Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy |
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I made it from a flier to the Forbes, (see me) |
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Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flier than the store |
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Dropping babies out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat |
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Got your son looking up to me like I'm 6 feet |
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Your daughter need someone to save her, not me |
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I knocking hoes down like Layla Ali |
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Try he and I'm a put the toaster to ya kidney |
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Then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney |
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Damn, it's no ceilings like a Colosseum |
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Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea |
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The way I'm leaning I'm annoyed if I stand still |
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Flow harder than an anvil |
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Short |
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[Verse Three - Gudda Gudda] |
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Okay, it's Gudda hoe |
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All about my Bills like Buffalo |
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Your ******* under my sheets |
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I heard she was an undercover hoe |
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Purple got me moving slow |
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Like I'm in a snail race |
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Pop pop pop 3 shots to the head |
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Then I pick up my shell case |
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Leave em with a pale face |
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Yes I am a young money goon |
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Your girl like a motion picture she be cummin' soon |
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I do a certain rule, I pop her like balloons |
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I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune |
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Couple screws lose, wanna play with him |
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This is No Ceilings *******, ruthless like a stadium |
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We shut down every ******* spot these ******* see us in |
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You want us club, well ******* pay us then |
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All grey B.M., I'm getting from my baby M |
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She told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in |
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Don't play no games hoe |
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You know my name hoe |
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G-U-D-D-A, propane flow |
