Niggas be hatin
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Cause BG got it
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Every top of the line car they got
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Look I ride it
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From the Hummer to the Rover
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The drop jag
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B and C lex truck
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Nothin' my click ain’t had
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Everybody head was fucked
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When they heard bout the deal
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Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill
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Already was straight but now we livin larger
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Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder
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Picture: bitches can’t take me
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Cause my wrist stay flossed out
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Niggas hate me cause all day I’m flossed out
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Ghetto made me
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My dog, Baby, saved me
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Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me
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That’s how it go
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It ain’t my fault I got mega cheese
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Walk that walk
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Talk that talk I’m BG
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Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
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Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Wha
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I’mma flosser baby, baller baby
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A fifteen year old shot caller baby
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And I’m racin' through
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In the all black chromed out
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Mercedes Coupe
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Got yo' wife at my house
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And she naked too
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And all my niggas all around her
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Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do'
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It’s Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin'
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And I’m surrounded by the ice
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It got me freezin' darlin'
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And it’s plain and simple
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Won’t change cause it’s natural
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Lil' Wayne a pimp y’all
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Got the game from Beatris
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I’m tryin' to see six numbers
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Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
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Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
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And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers
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Put it together
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This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
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Don’t try to end it or you wouldn’t get better, what
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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La, la, la, la
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Here I come star rapper
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I get the fast money
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Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
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Standin out the roof of my car
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And flash hundreds
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Take your girl to the mall
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Spend a G like that’s nothin'
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She lay on the floor
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Open up the spot
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Take off her drawers, and «let me see the cock»
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«Don't stop» Lil Weezy, Weezy ain’t nothin' nice
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Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice
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When they see me at night
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Behind tints I stay high
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Snatch yo' wife
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Run up in her with the K-Y
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But it’s on man
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Ever since I was born Wayne
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Nigga get out of line
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I get dirty like John Wayne
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I’m bout stuntin', flossin'
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Whatever come wit it
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And I don’t shoot guns
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Unless they have a drum wit it
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At first they wasn’t wit it
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Thought that I was jokin
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Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?)
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin'
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Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin'
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Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' |