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You know we gotta do one for all these ******z |
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Out here sideline hatin', y'knowhat |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Don't get mad 'coz a ****** straight up |
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Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not |
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Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green |
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Y'knowhat |
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I'm sayin'? |
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An' any one of y'all hoes think |
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A ****** gon' give 'em somethin', |
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I can't give ya *******t |
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But this ****** in ya mutha******' mouth an' ya mutha******' hole |
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An' you gotta reach me somethin' for that, ho'' |
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Coz I ain't for free, ****** |
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Pay what cha mutha******' weigh |
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I pull up clean in my black ******' truck |
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My rims still spinnin' so you know |
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I'm cuttin' up |
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I'm ridin' down the street, bumpin' nothin' but us |
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I spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a buzz |
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I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be love |
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But you know ya boy don't ****** wit nothin' but sluts |
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The ones that make money an' stack them bucks |
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A bank for that cap an' a bank for that butt |
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******, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' ****** |
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An' won't be ****** up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp |
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An' in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my ******' |
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Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip |
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An' never no back talkin' 'coz |
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I call her jack, backhand slap |
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She come up short wit money, baby, then |
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I snap wit a strap |
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She gotta let these hoes know who the *******t runnin' this |
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An' you just might have to throw some blows |
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Take a hit wit the fist |
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Don't cha, don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block, |
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I got my charm out the window |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but |
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I deserve this, miss |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block, |
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I got my charm out the window |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but |
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I deserve this, miss |
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I'm swervin', |
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I'm twistin' from side to side |
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I got that iron right on my side |
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Them 20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes |
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A 'rillo rolled up wit some of that light |
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The 360 turn on the fold down screens |
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Turn it all the way around an' watch it from the front seat |
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The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle |
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Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick like cattle |
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Hey, you better put that money in my hand |
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I was born to be a mack, not yo' muh' ******' man |
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You mad 'coz |
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I hit cha, ho, me an' her split cha dough |
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Why you actin' surprised, |
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I know you heard this *******t before? |
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Me an' Quint, pu*******n' ' |
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Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress |
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One tech, two glocks, infra red, no vests |
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I clock dollars an' pop collars for a livin' |
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I'm at Pressure |
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World every time |
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I hit Memphis |
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Don't cha, don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block, |
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I got my charm out the window |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but |
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I deserve this, miss |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistRidin', ridin' down yo' block, |
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I got my charm out the window |
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Don't cha get mad when |
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I swerve an' |
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I twistI ain't braggin' on myself but |
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I deserve this, miss |