What you know boy (x14)
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I'm still livin like a dope dealer
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And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga
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Gain some on 'em so all my niggas gang bang
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Girls come get your cook up
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I came up with the cane slangers
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And I grew up next door to the doorman
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Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can
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DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van
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Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that's 34 benz
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I'm still living like a jack boy
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Got your family wrapped up and say I'm about to sex boy
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And I heard it ain't where you from it's where you at boy
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Make sure every place that I'm at next to the strap boy
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Killing now, shit from these verses putting holes in herses
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And these suckers need some product to purchase some at their service
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Used to sale my yellow and next tail paid for these chirpers
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Ain't no doubt we don't check out LCTE they close the curtains
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[Hook]
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And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer
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Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga
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Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
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Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
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And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer
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Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga
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Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
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Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
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Still cashing at dope check
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Guns a contraband know that
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Street said that I marked for death
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And might be the one to give smoking next
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Might fuck around might beat it down
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That ass round and that throat wet
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Your pussy boy straight gold dick
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Got a hundred rounds bitch your death
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Bitch hold that, bitch hold up
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Bitch know what that 4 bus
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Bought a 14 and they straight and hard
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Serve double D of that broad up
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That straight trap with no raps with me
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Old teeth but they peekle me
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Moonwalking on dope bitch I know real niggas on Jackson street
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25th 49 , cali kush over night
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Come back to my store dawg to make sure you got your order right
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And my shop might close up so make sure you put your order seen
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Just another day another dollar ducked in quarter can
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Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out
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When the summer spring fall nigga shove us not
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And if I could I'd dig a tunnel straight to Mexico
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Pass me my strap I think the police at my door 'cause I'm
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[Hook]
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Still, still livin like a dope dealer
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Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga
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Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
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Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
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And I'm still, still livin like a dope dealer
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Finger on the trigger I ain't taking shit from no nigga
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Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
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Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
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Still Livin'
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| Freddie Gibbs |
