| Dare one of ya’ll niggas get out of line, I’mma finalize
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| Ziplock your face, plus do the time
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| See my niggas, cook square denny’s, we the tea sippers
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| Need liquors, off the hook, yo, we them niggas
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| We on the block, man, we keep 'em cocked, man
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| And what’s going on right here, ya’ll can’t stop, man
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| You’ll get popped, man, you better believe that, Where’s the weed at?
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| Aiyo, caught me by the bodega, I flossy, saucy
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| In viesel jeans, pockets had the measles, gleen costly
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| A hundred on the wrist, glist Rothstein
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| Glad to meet you, his boo said I eat you, just a portion of me
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| Leather plush, burberry sweater with the furry gloves
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| With the trims on, the grin on
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| Looking mad hungry, but my beard chunky
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| What’s happening, you black? |
| No question, what you offering me?
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| Seventeen five a banana, grab a chair
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| Rapping like we at the Copacabana, niggas scared
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| The shorty working the arms, the sister’s like two big magic wands
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| She shook her ass in the magic thongs
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| She recognizing I’m no average don
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| She seeing me posing, extra live with my karats on
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| Stop, tilt the glass on 'em
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| Half past a mill, was worth like a half a mill in cash, on |