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Uh (Uh) Come on I I Boskeezy? I my my turn it up (burps)
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Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there I (talk to me willpalations)
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that
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shit. That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen? That shit
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smibeen
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ooh (ooh)
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4:15 showcasing to the max
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Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
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Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
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Fucked around and overheated my Zues amp
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500 oh the hoes fuck a ho
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These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
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Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
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Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
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Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
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1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
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Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low
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Out on bail everybody hit the floor
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Chorus:
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Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
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Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
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Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
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Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
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Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
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I like to get my dick sucked in broad daylight
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Acting bad on the soil acting tough
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Break your ass down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
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You know if, ooh, that's what they holler
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Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
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Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we
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hot
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like jalapenos
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Man, how come niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos?
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I suppose, can you bring him back?
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He was one of them enemies that tried to participate in Swiss Cheezin'
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my
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clean ass Cadillac
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My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
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My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
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Chorus: 2x
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Check it out (check it out)
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Third verse, let's begin lets be gone
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I done served more water than, uh, Avion
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Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
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Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
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I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
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I'm a big screw up in this shit like E-40 and the Click
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Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
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Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over
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mathematics
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Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
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The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
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Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
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Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town" ass
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down
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infront of everybody
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Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
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Dump Bust Blast
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