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[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane] |
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Cut my ************ off, wash my ************ off |
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In a ************ mouth, make her kiss your boy |
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You ain't ride, so you ************ed out |
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Shorty so fine that I can’t put the ************ out |
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But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off |
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Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross |
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Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross |
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1017 boss, ************ call me gold mouth |
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Big Guwop in the house and he showed out |
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Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out |
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Every time I look down the street, that’s a plug walk |
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Gucci used to be the ************znit, can he still lift? |
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10 tell 10 that I got your ************ ten pills |
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Telling everybody in the place, can’t sit still |
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Sorry to say that I know where your ************ live |
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Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is |
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Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is |
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Rolling like mother******, 45 X pills |
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She make me say (my my my) [?] easy |
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[Hook – Young Thug][x2] |
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Woah, woah, woah |
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We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl |
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15 hundred climbing out a ******'s nose |
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Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes |
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[Verse 2 – Young Thug] |
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Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it |
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Her hair extended, my clip extended |
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Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi |
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Jimmy call for the Lindsay’s, mouth gold, no pennies |
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Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying |
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Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty |
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Freeze, ************ get in position |
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Knees, please, suck me till I’m empty |
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S double M, we gon squeeze it till it’s empty |
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They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys |
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Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky |
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Ooh look at her winky, at young [?], oh my G |
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[Hook][x2] |