[Talking]
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That light green, got boys head twisted back
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We steady rolling up, we getting full of that shit fellas
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Studio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot shit
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This for y'all niggaz out there holding and rolling
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Shop to shop, do your thang go on shine
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[Lil' Keke]
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I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get me
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Donuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60
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I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip
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23's-24's, when it's time to dip
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When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill
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45's infrareds, with them extra clips
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Hit the highway turning, Yokohamas burning
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Seat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturning
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We holding, we bout to shatter the mix
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I got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6
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And we smoking and drinking, what y'all niggaz thinking
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Hit the lot quick, with them park lights blinking
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Slow your roll, cause my game's so cold
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Ain't no need to trip, mayn we out of control
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Plus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we roll
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Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold
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[Hook]
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Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top
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Off the showroom flo', baby straight to the shop
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It feel good don't it, and your chick want it
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In the whip looking good, 22's on it
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Now you crawling, shot calling
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Me and my click acting up, man we balling
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We do show after show, drop hit for hit
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CMG on the rise, and I love that shit
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[Lil' Keke]
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Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect picture
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Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you
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I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop
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Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock
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Tell them fake niggaz, that they got to roll out
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Walk up in Reliant, and the place sold out
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Everytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it go
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Boppers going crazy, all in the front row
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I gotta let her know, how she work her shit
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Lock up on the mic, like a new born pit
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I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spot
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Boys running high, when I'm coming out the shop
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Let the top drop, like that nigga Pat
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Snitches getting killed, drop the bomb on a rat
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We do it like that, keep a nigga rolling
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Chumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding
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[Hook]
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[Lil' Keke]
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Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you got
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These thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spot
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Gon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it go
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These gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get low
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Time to start wrecking, niggaz get to stepping
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Never roll your slab, without your automatic weapon
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Highway flossing, 23's tossing
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Watch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossing
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Increase my speed, fire up my weed
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Trying to find another corner, and a block to bleed
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Drop some salt on the Don, man I wish you would
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From the mic to the hood, and it's still all good
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[Hook]
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Feel Good Don't It
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| Lil' Keke |
