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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee? |
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Is it the big truck sittin' up on |
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Mike Jordans, thats 23's |
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With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring |
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Or is it the |
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Caprice sittin' |
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Emmitt Smiths, thats 22's |
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On the Impala on 20 inches |
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Mo' wood in it than old |
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Abe Lincoln's cabin |
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And with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets |
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Or is it the way we come down watchin' |
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XXXWhite sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests |
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Or is it the chain, the gucci hat, the gucci |
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Air Jordan retros to match |
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Even though |
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I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean |
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Nice tek'n wit' me, |
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I still got my weapon wit' me |
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Strapped wit' a tek in my jeans |
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Ready to squeeze, cause |
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I know you haters get tempted to wear my |
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Neck a lace |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas |
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No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas |
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On the treal, |
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T double D, |
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I still keep it real |
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I love the streets that you **** niggas named |
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Haterville |
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Lied on me, said |
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I was a murderer, said |
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I used to serve you work |
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But I aint never heard of you |
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I love dub-deuces, only cause |
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I'm sittin on em |
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And once again |
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I'm gunnin, copped the big 500 |
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A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted |
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Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin |
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I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's |
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Baby, I'm a thug plus |
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I'm OGI roll 'em heavy, |
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I'm bout my fetti |
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And the feds is what |
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I'm headed |
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If you **** niggas keep tellin' |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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I was sittin in the rankin, 69 |
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And ceelo twankys, choppin4 15' |
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Subwoofers, blasting |
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I dont like that nigga, **** that nigga |
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Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa |
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Thats what they say on the low |
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WE'RE LOSI |
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NG HIMMMMThats what paramedics'll say |
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While you lay on the floor |
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Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong |
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Haters pussy niggas, so |
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I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong |
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Even the block envy me, |
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I make a mill wit' the flo' |
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But I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey |
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My peers is like queers they only get mad |
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Cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers |
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They smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes |
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I spot more than dalmations |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
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HATERSSSSS |
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SSSSSHatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin |
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Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin |
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Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin |
