Kg nigga, let’s get loud
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It’s that music right here that make broke niggas clear the road, hahaha
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Tell them romies who stink, all I need is a drink
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Tell shawty come here, I need something to squeeze
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Look at her, she bad, louie shoes and the bag
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She asked me what was my name
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I told her whole lot of cash
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All I need is some ace, tell em bring me a case
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If they ain’t got it then brown
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I preffer deuce say
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Balle sneaks on my feet, make the outfit complete
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And what I hold on my hip, it makes you cowards retreat
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Everything turnt up, with my team turnt up
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And I lean, like I’m on promethezene, word up
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Tell my rodie roll up, show these shawties roll love
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And I been drinking from the bottle while I’m holding this cup
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[Hook]
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I’m on that 1,2, that’s the ace deuce
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And I don’t dance I just got a 1,2
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I get a bad bitch everytime I come through
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And I touch paper like a bank teller do
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And I got my weed rolled, got 2 bad hoes
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Got a stereophone cup sipping the coke slow
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Repping bk still, niggas know how it go
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I got a stereophone cups sipping the coke slow
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Let’s go
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So many bad bitches in here man, I’m confused
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Tell shawty shake it, like she having a seizure
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Hit it once and forgot her, I done caught the amnesia
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Ask these niggas who want it, I’m the realest that done it
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These niggas out here keep it 80 me, I keep it 100
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On that deuce I be trippin, niggas say I don’t listen
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Mama say I’m follow women, grandma say I was pimping
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Groupie hoes catch feelings, me I’m sort of a villain
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Fuck the walls in that box, her shit ain’t got no ceiling
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Like the coupe I whip, I need soup I sip
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Whole team rock hoods, on that trevon shit
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Hit the club and I ball, I end up spending it all
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Bad bitches with the tan, niggas know what we on
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[Hook]
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I lay low for a minute, now I’m back in the spot
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I don’t throw off liquor, but I throw off rock
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I’m still propellor fly, my marting margellas on
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My deuce, mixed with the goose, that’s what’s in my stereophone
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My bitch bad like a bully, niggas mad like how could he
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Make the moves like he do, he keep it hood with no hoodie
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When I’m gone on that ace, you can tell on my face
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That I’m fucked up, and I need a bitch to fuck in new ways
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I mean, show me shit I never seen
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Come and hop upon this dick like you hop in them jeans
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I ain’t playing, fuck real love
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Come fuck a real thug, and I do that code
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That’s what you need
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[Hook]
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The Code
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| Memphis Bleek |
