Ayy, my brother said he can phone off
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I’m like, «Nigga which one, nigga? |
Got 'bout five or six of them bitches bro»
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And he can’t even hear fool
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Know what I’m talking bout
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Got my mind right, now I run through the streets
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I might take flight, don’t care if it’s he or she
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I might make it, Mayweather, just like TMT, ya digg?
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And I got Deaf Greg with me
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, got it
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Got my mind right and I swear I went ran up my money
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I swear to God man I ride with that Tommy I roll out the pound, not an onion
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I swear to God man my diamonds they come from New York and yo shit looking sunny
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You come with them Backwoods that shit better be wrapped up like a muhfucking
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mummy
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My brothers on bitches, my brothers on bitches
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We catch em and cut them lil' bitches
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I ride with the semi, my money’s no midget
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Got pints and my muhfuckin' reefer
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Got ‘scale on my plane and it came cross that water
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I locked up the safe but it’s not out of order
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Bitches they wan' know what’s popping, they know that if I pop it they know
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that she droppin'
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Come off the top just like Eddie Hardy, and they know I bang red like a flower
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I’m not a christian, I don’t go to church, but my front pockets look like a
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Bible
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Comin' up listenin' to my raps, I knew I needed one shot like a sniper
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Got my mind right, now I run through the streets
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I might take flight, don’t care if it’s he or she
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I might make it, Mayweather, just like TMT, ya digg?
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And I got Deaf Greg with me
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, got it
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Go and get it just to say you did it
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My brother deaf, but he moving pigeons
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Ya dig what I’m saying, yeah freaky dig it
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I really wanna meet her no damn ticket
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I would love to meet her, I would love to meat her
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I would love to feast her, I would love to eat her
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I would love to treat her, I would love to trick her
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Yeah, all of the above no pistol
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This shit is serious, Brian Nichols
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She so delirious, now I miss her
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I’m slick the bomb like a damn missile
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Bubble gum booty delicious
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She got her tongue pierced
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It’s a done mission
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I’m on a Dom Pérignon mission
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Leave a pussy nigga soul lifted
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Geeked out, get my toes pierced
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Ri-ribbit like a toad listening
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Big nose Pinocchio bitch
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IPhone, she cordless
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I got big diamonds in my watch
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Newer Flava Flav clock
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Be the first nigga cop that drop then pull straight up to the block (Skrr skrr)
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Got my mind right, now I run through the streets
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I might take flight, don’t care if it’s he or she
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I might make it, Mayweather, just like TMT, ya digg?
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And I got Deaf Greg with me
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and go got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right and went got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, you ain’t got it
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Got my mind right, got it |