| Poppin' a pill, still
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| Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel
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| Too much dope in here, I can smash smash
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| Too many guns in here, I can tell a tale
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Heat in my hand, no oven mitt
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| Take yo block and tumble it
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| Bitch, give me that cookie, I’m crumblin'
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| Uh-uh, you lovin' that ho
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| The way that go, I never know
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| Rollin' up Ps, cappin' that O, get sparked from the heat that was definite,
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| though
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| You can try to run, but you catchin' them, though
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| Wanna fuck in these mouth like I’m M&Ms, though
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| It’s a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, ho
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| Ice in my cup, December 24
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| Smooth get me higher than the airfield, though
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| Mama told me «Never ever fear,"though
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| .45 bigger than a elephant, though
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| Go to court, smellin' like I sell elbows
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| Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit
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| Now the window down, start poppin' them sticks
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| Ha-ha, you was not with that shit
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| You don’t even know what come with that shit
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| Run, run, run up the blue bummer
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| Bitch with me, all in my arms, yeah
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| After that I sent her home, and I zonked, zonked yeah
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| We want all the smoke, we got mob fare
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| Poppin' a pill, still
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| Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel
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| Too much dope in here, I can smash smash
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| Too many guns in here, I can’t tell a tale
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
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| Uh-uh
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| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh |