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(feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, 40 Cal) |
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Yea |
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Yea |
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Turn me up a little bit |
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Turn my music up |
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Yea |
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Yea |
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Uh uh uh uh uh uh |
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Turn me up |
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[Verse 1: Hell Rell] |
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I heard you want to get a nigga shot and you putting up 20 stacks |
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That's to much money niggas do it for less than that |
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Go to war vest and mac, shooting dice, better stack |
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If I lose so what, I got money, bet it back |
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The rats still snitching and niggas still dying |
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I'm still selling and the niggas still buying |
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Yea, the chickens I pluck em and fuck em you love em |
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As soon as you see em you .38 snub them and stuff them |
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I like nice things like a ice ring, magnium we driving is equivalent to my right bling |
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Fuck with the set know the situation it might bring |
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Break your right knee, put your arm in a nice sling |
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I'm a Lamborghini Gallardo, you a keya sport |
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If you sueing, I ain't settling, see me in court |
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If you want beef, nigga see me in the streets |
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I'm on a 7 day cruise see you in a week |
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Uh |
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Ok |
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Writer |
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Dipset |
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Dipset |
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[Verse 2: JR Writer] |
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Listen doggy you're a joke, corny and you're broke |
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Going over board I have somebody throw you off a boat |
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Other than that the mac puff on ordinary smoke |
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Jet thru, neck blue like you lost somebody close |
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No you can never say I lost it, I ain't done so, if a nigga ever say I lost it he on coke hoe |
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They can't fuck with it I'm to damn nasty |
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A school bus double park, you can't pass me |
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It's the champs, who lay low on land, and range rov, looking for the J.Lo in tramps |
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You know j tho, j hoes, make them a Stan, strokes from your bank roll, change up your stance |
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Soon as a nigga walk up in the place they get ants, cause they know I can make it rain how you can't |
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I make strippers come out of their raincoats and dance |
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Still I give you a shot like I gave you a chance |
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Blah |
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Blah |
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Writer |
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[Verse 3: 40 Cal.] |
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All I gotta say is niggas stop cuffin cuffin you hugging them buzzin your scuzzins |
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You hug them down you rub them in public |
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You're such a clown you lust them fuck up your budget |
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She run around fucking your uncles and cousin |
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A lovely smile, a junk and some trunk for some luggage |
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Because of cal we discover the suckaz among us |
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You in the lose lose, fucking with the new dude |
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My chain like blues clues, view it like youtube |
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I'm in a cool mood, a ru chu wow, I'll shoot you |
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Used to your doo-doo brown, they say I'm going coo coo |
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Not coo coo cal, you want peace I'll do it shockasolu style |
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To the east, my brothers, to the east |
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Nigga want peace, my brother, get the piece |
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Fucking with a beast, ducking from the police, I'm rapping with warrants cause I hustle in the streets |
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I, jump in the beef one deep, you signed to rat records you judged my the company you keep |
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You don't see how hard I spit cause ya'll the same lil niggas that borrow my shit |
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I can tell you rappers how to be hardcore kids, constipated you gonna see how hard I spit |
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40! |
