(Intro)
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We find Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet walking the streets when from out of nowhere super hearing picks up¡¦
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Double M G
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Double M G
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Double M G
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Double M G
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Official
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Double M G
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We flat out so to speak
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Let¡¯s get it
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Bounce bounce bounce fool
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(Hook)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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(Verse)
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Told you niggas you not fuck with us
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Hope you niggas do not fuck with us
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You caught feelings cuz it caught the attention
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She caught a flight, I thought I caught er now, what?
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Shout out to my brothers doe
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For me too, you gon sure haters when you love our hoes
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All echelon, God bless my soul
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Call for mic, infectious flow
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Callin mine vocab ain¡¯t good but the suit I was in ain¡¯t had no buzz
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These rap niggas never had me shook
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I am from a town that is ran by crooks
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Get the work from outta town for the money and the power
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Niggas step on all the platter like is alley fuck
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No yap yap, come get at me first
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No nigga better act your worth
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Understand niggas got to be heard
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Why the fuck niggas got to be heard?
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(Hook)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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(Verse)
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I usually don¡¯t do freestyles cuz my style ain¡¯t freak nigga
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I stay fresh from head to toe
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I stay fly from the feet up
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I see you¡¯re looking for a real nigga
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Bitch, look up and you¡¯ll see us
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You looking for your bitch nigga
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Don¡¯t look up, she with Jesus Lord
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I say hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy
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Cuz she raise her hand and pop the pussy
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I¡¯m with Wale, that¡¯s MMG
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And that molly make her go woo
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And that money make me show off
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I say my grind with the rack dawg
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I¡¯m a real nigga don¡¯t do head tho
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My mama krill with my stash house
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In the easy box, nigga oh lord
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Nigga ziplocked in my Concorde
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They tell affairs, I don¡¯t give a fuck
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I¡¯m the man now, I¡¯m the man now
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And that¡¯s DC to the A Town
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I said DC to the A Town
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I¡¯m gonna fuck niggas, that¡¯s hands down
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But in DC they stay flat out
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(Hook)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Where¡¯s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
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(Double M G, Double M G¡¦ that BOA, that BOA¡¦)
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Flat Out
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| Wale |
