| 50 Xans and like 40 blunts
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| I got 30 bitches, all 20 something
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| My lil bruvva, he got a Mac-10
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| And I’m strapped too, get the semi busting
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| Nigga I, I’ll leave you dead nigga
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| Gotcha momma singing them slow songs
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| I’m off 2 cups and like 3 percs
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| Sipping red-dot, bet I’m so gone
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| I don’t usually party, I be in the trap
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| Tryna get them racks, and stay low dog
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| But if I’m on the scene you know I’m on my flee
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| Hat to fucking feet, I be so worn
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| Don’t even ask, you know it’s ‘Lo on
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| Your bitch kinda bad, I’ma smash it
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| Walked in the spot with the ratchet
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| That’s just a case for the static
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| I turn to Shyne, let 'em have it
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| Hoes get to ducking around
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| I get to busting around
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| I might go puff on a pound
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| Niggas was hating before
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| They tryna fuck with me now
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| Ain’t it so sad
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| Niggas, they ain’t got no shame
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| Fuck going on in they brain
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| Bitches gon' get what they get
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| I po’d a fo' with them zips
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| I might just go crack the whip
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| I might just go crash the whip
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| I’m driving as fast as it get
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| I’m getting as high as I can
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| Wake up with pills and that drank
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| Wake up, I’m sipping that drank
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| Whipping that Benz, blowing stank
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| Ya BM a thot, she swallow dick on the reg
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| Whipping the BM, she giving me head
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| Po' out some lean for my niggas that’s dead
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| Po' out some lean for the dearly departed
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| They thought I fell off, shit, I barely done started
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| I came with some niggas, these niggas retarded
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| They shoot you in public, give fuck 'bout no charges
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| Feds they hop out, they hop out of them Chargers
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| These niggas they start tucking, and ducking, and dodging
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| Young boy gon' throw his Tec right in the bush
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| I’m counting up bands and I’m smoking on kush, nigga
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| I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped
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| Pussy nigga, not to mention
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| Pussy nigga, not to mention
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| I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em
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| Tryna catch that pussy slipping
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| Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga
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| A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky
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| I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s
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| Fuck around and break it down
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| I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy
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| While we creeping through the city
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| Sipping muddy through your area
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| I been blowing loud in the trenches and I’m strapped
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| Pussy nigga, not to mention
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| You can bet I got it on me
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| We ain’t playing round with the business
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| Chasing pussy niggas down, jumping fences
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| These pussy niggas get exposed
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| Hit the store for some Fanta’s, I don’t really do Sprites
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| And since they got some new tec we charging 7 for the pint
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| Half a perc, now I’m bent
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| Half a xanny, now I’m bent
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| Whole xanny, now I’m bent
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| Po' up a deuce, & do it again
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| Po' up a deuce, & do it again
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| Po' up a deuce, & do it again
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| Po' up a 6th of that drank and I’m bent
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| Po' up a 6th of that juice and Amen
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| I had a dream I was driving a Benz
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| Woke up and sold the whole thing to my man
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| This drank got me going, they sayin' im on tilt
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| Still busting plays while we out in the field
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| Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills
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| Whole bunch of sour and G packs of pills
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| These niggas they sour they hate me so real
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| Still smoking gasoline right out the zip
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| My bitch, yeah, she fresh off the boat
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| I want a million off xannies and coke
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| I want a million off mollies and dope
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| Trapping Balenci, praying them police don’t get me
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| I been blowing loud in them trenches and I’m strapped
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| Pussy nigga, not to mention
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| Pussy nigga, not to mention
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| I be in the crowd of the benches waiting for 'em
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| Tryna catch that pussy slipping
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| Tryna catch that pussy slipping, nigga
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| A hunnit fucking pounds of the sticky
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| I might fuck around and break it down in fifty’s
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| Fuck around and break it down
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| I might po' a Dr. Brown with my niggas, sipping muddy
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| While we creeping through the city |