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DMV up, roll up and kick my feet up |
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This shit was for a ticket |
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Men I call that shit that free launch |
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Tell her how to speed up |
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She slow and she can't keep up |
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We know we always out |
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But somehow they would never see us |
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Gold chain, hoe's change, |
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I didn'tThey say karats help your vision |
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But somehow it made them listen |
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No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma |
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Arrogant when |
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I finishI came from humble beginnings |
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Thought was nothing to finish |
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I put my hundred percent in |
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I put my pot in the paper |
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And modify your opinion |
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I tried to give 'em light in a message |
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But you ever have some fuckin' v.v.s' |
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She said I'm charming and |
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I meant it |
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But she was talking about my pendant |
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I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains |
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Now she attentive, |
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I bet she listen to everything |
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Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains |
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Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday |
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Now them broads gon' follow(Chain so big, can't pop my collar) |
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Silly bitches gon' follow(Chain so big, can't pop my collar) |
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Straight geechi on 'em |
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You talking greasy |
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Best believe they gon' see it, darling |
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Geechi on 'em |
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Straight geechi on 'em |
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You talking greesy that's... go see em done it |
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Geechi on 'em |
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Straight geechi on 'em |
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Let's keep it gee nobody see you when you being humble |
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Look, she so stingy with vagina |
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But why it open when them niggas get to shining? |
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I was hoping you would notice where my mind at |
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Put money in the book, |
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I bet these bitches wouldn't find it |
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Look, okay this chain music, fuck how them lame's do it |
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You chained to it, your brain's been way too influenced |
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I been dope, cold nigga for sure nigga |
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But where |
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I'm from there ain't no love for no broke nigga |
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She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since |
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Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix |
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L- lord forgive us, personalities clash |
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And my license is suspended, so |
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I hide itI don't spend it, did |
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I get y'all attention? |
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She can't escape the chain, shoutout to |
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Mrs. Tubman |
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Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money |
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Spitting something real, let the people know, and still love it |
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Shady flow: johnny cage, chain flow: johnny dame |
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Been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang |
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I got geechi on 'em, now they notice a nigga |
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So who done really change? |
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It ain't both of us nigga |
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I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains |
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And now these geechi mother fuckers all know my name |
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Geechi on her, came back: a million chains |