| Ayo
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom
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| Grr, grr
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| Ayo, flyest nigga since Apollo Kids, praying over Pateks
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| Grab the coke pots, you know what time it is (Ah)
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| The pink jacket is on, what’s happening, it’s me, lord
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| Loading teller racks, two MACs, I paid a G for 'em (Grr, grr)
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| You score once, we score three times each rhyme
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| FNH in the Just Don Levis, he fly (Ah)
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| Face hit the Fendi knee high, don’t even reply
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| Ready made duffles on the G5
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| Ready made frog mask, don’t get hogtied
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| Flygod, the flyest nigga of all time
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| Live for home invasions, catch you naked where the safe at
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| ASAP, .40 in your mouth, make you taste that, straight jack (Ah)
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| Bricks on top of bricks, that’s mine
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| If he drop 'em and them shits come back, I’m fine
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| Ahead of my time, push the Bimmer A to the 9 (Skr)
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| Yo, Allahu Akhbar, you niggas still eating swine
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| Niggas scared of my prime, the dominant, you the opposite
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| You should see the wrist when I be locking it (Whip)
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| Jack some moccasins, kick the fucking door down up at Maxfield’s (Boom boom
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| boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
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| Dope shot the nigga wearing his hat still
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| So sang the blues like Bessie
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| Poetry composed like Dizzy Gillespie
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| Midnight with Sabio on my lips
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| Midnight romance sprayed against my tits
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| The conversation got a little dick
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| I’m sizing up every exit
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| We had work coming up from Texas
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| Smoking Gorilla Glue with a razor in my jaw
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| His timing was slightly off
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| And before he could react
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| It was blown by a sawed off
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| Been through the worst of it
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| Crawled through the dirt for it
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| City full of murderers
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| Say prayers in church for us
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| Grimier than Michael Myers
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| Murk you with a pair of rusty pliers |