You know we back right?
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Clear the streets out
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Come on with it
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Ha ha Star Track
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Niggas is haters, I'm doing deals like the majors
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Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
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So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
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Bulletproof under T-shirts because they hate us
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Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
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Double decker boat, mediterrain up
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D-Class asscher cuts, tuck your chain up
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Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
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Just last week, I was out in Aspen
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Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
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A week before that, I was out in Italy
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Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
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Up in Dontella crib, me and like ten hoes
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Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
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I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
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Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
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Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
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The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
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I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'
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But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?
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Pyrex Turs turned into Cavalli furs
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The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
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All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust
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Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
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We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
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Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
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Chill retardo, South Beach Galardo
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Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
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Women if you love me, please let me know
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Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
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These are the days of our lives
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And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
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I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
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Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
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I say I got a Benz so you said me too
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You hangin' out the window so they can see you
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But you ain't hangin' out the window
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When you in that G2
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Or that G3 or G4 like we do
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Star Track, Clipse come on
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Wanna know the time? Better clock us
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Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
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We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
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Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
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Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
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Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
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Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
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Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor
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Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
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Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
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Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sportsin'
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Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
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Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
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Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
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You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
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Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
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I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
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Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
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