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Got the reggies from the Bush |
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Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my niggas push |
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So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock |
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Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell |
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My lips locked but my grip's not so I pass it off |
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Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture |
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Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth |
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She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count |
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These chickens don't love me, they love the account |
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But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check |
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'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn |
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These niggas want to know what I draw with |
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But won't respond to what I've drawn |
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Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron |
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With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron |
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They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone |
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Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown |
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Hella blown, hella blown |
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Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy |
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Four, five hotties in the lobby |
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Said that they can blow the rockets properly, |
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but blow up spots and never stop |
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Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property |
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Known around my city like George Pataki |
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Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki |
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And round four, I force my large Versace |
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Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too cocky |
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Won't spot me in no closet |
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I ain't like Kels and them |
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Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton |
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I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees |
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Seven, ain't gone flow like me, nigga I'm two-six |
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I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit |
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Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two shits |
| [01:59.80] |
Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping |
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Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens |
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Cause it's all about the big pimping |
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Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing |
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Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is |
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To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus |
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Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing |
| [02:17.60] |
To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next shit |
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So if I were you I would probably ride with two |
| [02:22.71] |
No fool, not two dudes, two tools |
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As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack you for your soul |
| [02:27.44] |
And your new shoes and your jewels too |
| [02:29.30] |
There's something about another nigga having shit |
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That have a nigga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip |
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Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick |
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Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth |
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But word is bond, you been on |
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Word is bond, you been on |
