| On a Grammy, a baby maw on ma dick, no battery
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| Girl I been there, you can stop taggin me (please!)
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| We do different things, so we in different places
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| We pop guns, bottles, models and naked faces (word)
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| I’m in Gucci, Louis, an MCM
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| On a Thursday, I’m your bitch, MCM
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| Shit, let them be them, I put it em back like empty 10
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| Extendo clip, nigga wid a attitude
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| Where d fuck is MC Ren?
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| Customers, send em in, I treat em all like gentlemen
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| Artistes or the athletes, doctors, lawyers and savvy men
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| Guns, barkin nigga, quit your barking nigga
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| So far wit no cars, believe me I will park a nigga! |
| (uh)
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| You could call me the valet! |
| (word)
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| I get boat loads of wild yay
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| Mr West Swidda, it been a wild year
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| Your music is tough but dem skirts is wild gay
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh, back on our bullshit
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| Yea, yea, back on our bullshit
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up!
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| We dem boyz!
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| Hit d dealership wit 2 hunid K, leave wid a toy, nigga
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| Some goop fuck yo girl one time, let d block have her (I don’t want her)
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| Went at d ones in d strip club, threw ma watch at her
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| I’m in d kitchen bakin cakes, Betty Crock batter
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| Press a button, lose my roof, I got top matters
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| I’m in love wit ma Glock, you in love with a thot
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| Had dat bitch suckin dick when Cam drops suck it or not
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| AK, big beretta guns, niggas betta run
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| Diamonds come from Africa, where Nelson Mandela from
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| We’re rouga, Ferragamo store, going hella dumb
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| Stomp dis lil nigga out until d paramedics come
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| Oh yea, you got a gun wid a body on it?
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| I take it from you an you’ll be d next body on it
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| I bought a lot of watches, crashed a few v’s
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| Had a ass on two knees for a bag wit 2 C’s
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| Yea! |