[Intro:]
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We in the studio
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I said, we in the studio
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Is this mic on? Check, check
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
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Cause I know some people livin' who ain't livin' this life
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Read about starved children who ain't eatin' this right
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Drug lords declare war, sellin' cheaper the price
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Stuntin' dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice
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Get your swag from the black sellin' back to the white
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Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
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If the coppers come a-knockin', we gon' help that boy
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Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money
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White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money
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See seashell money, we sell money
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Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money
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Dusty paper, stale money, I thought they restricted it
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Did for most people but we out here gettin' it
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[Hook:]
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Put your hands under her dress, we get the feelin' that she's faded
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And she's willin' screamin' Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off
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The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains
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Villain wolves screamin' kill them all, fuck 'em all
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And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here
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Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all
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[Verse 2:]
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She handles herself a classic
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She got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me
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She claim to like the stores and the clothes
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Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homie
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Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good
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It's so good, she can't flaunt her thing on me
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She can be full of swag, drive a Jag
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Poppin' tags on the Ave but she can't get her cake from me
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That sounded like the hook I threw at her in the Swagger I rode in
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Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in
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Like baby what's the deal with it? Seem to be attracted
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By the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it
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Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold
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Dippin' with the duffles I hold, if we are a couple, let's go
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To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep
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Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received
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[Hook:]
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Put your hands under her dress, we get the feelin' that she's faded
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And she's willin' screamin' Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off
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The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains
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Villain wolves screamin' kill them all, fuck 'em all
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And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here
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Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all
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Rico
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| Mellowhype |
