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All I need is God, couple mil' and a porterhouse |
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All these *************s' paper soldiers cardboard, cut 'em out |
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I remember when I ain't had *************t |
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Mama said don't touch nothing, now I'm on some grab *************t |
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Murder everything on some stab *************t |
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Bystanders, getting [?] |
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Mother******g highlander |
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Been a while, since I let these *************s ramble |
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All I hear is Mt. Olympus banging out the band door |
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You ain't said *************t 'til you said it to me |
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You payin' for the ************* shawty said it was free |
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Now I ain't got time for the fake ones |
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All I talk about cake mother******* go and bake one |
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We was on some *************t back in nine-nine |
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You was suckin' on ya' mama's ******* hollering [?] mine |
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Bottom line, I was on the grind all around town |
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Country bumpkin southern mother******* in surround sound |
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I flexed and I paid dues |
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Kicked a couple doors that they said I couldn't break through |
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I remember starving on the real, ************* |
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Now I got steak on the grill, ************* |
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Saute shrimp, lemon peel let it chill, ************* |
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Now you can't eat cause it's keep what you kill, ************* |
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Rolling down the strip like I never made it |
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Peepin' all the broke mother*******s keep me motivated |
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Pop that ass for a player, don't be scared of the ************* |
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Find a drink and some gators for a pimp |
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I ain't playin' with these hoes |
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Bad ******* super fly, super [?] with these hoes like a pimp |
