[Intro]
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Uhh, uhh
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Ayy Guc' Mane, we good right now man
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Get money good man
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
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It's a white girl in town - name is Cocaine
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It's some dirty birds in town - Gucci Mane & Waka Flame
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We fly in, on buy-in, say you got more birds? You lyin
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You tryin and lyin, you boys ain't supplyin
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I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocallina flyin
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My partners stick up kids, duct tape rope they gon' tie in
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In the bushes they lyed in all night that's my word
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By the end of the mornin they left with them birds
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And I'm gone off that purp', and I'm slurrin my words
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I swerved in my Benz, bangin my 4G's on the curb
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The lean, the herb, pay me like the first
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You cross Brick Squad, get hurt
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I got work - Gucci
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[Chorus]
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My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd
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Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words
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Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
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Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp
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All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
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Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words
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Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
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Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp
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All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
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[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
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Five grand for a head shot
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Boy don't be no Flintstone and get yo' (Bedrocked), nigga!
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Triple red drop, offsets through the parkin lot
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Where I'm from, young niggaz shootin at the cops
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Where I'm from, they fakin
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My hood right side, nigga, green flaggin
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Lay yo' ass down if you do too much braggin
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Three case, four Glocks, nigga that's swaggin, ughh
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Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man
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What'cha hell, you would think it was a cracker-man
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I don't know 'em bah-bah-bah-bah-back'em man
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Fuck 'em den! Throw my stash in the club that there'll do
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Every girl gettin past you
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Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due
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Robbin every nigga that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or Piru
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FLOCKA!!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: YG Hootie]
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Half a million dollar jewelry like "Fuck that bird!"
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Niggaz screamin they want beef, I'm like (Roger That)!
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My album didn't sell, so I'm layin niggaz down
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Shootin every nigga, that burst leaves a fuckin frown
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Forty carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
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Niggaz talkin like they want beef, I'm wantin that
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Seven grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that
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Ridin around with my strap like "Where they at?"
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All these rap niggaz hold up, stole my Philly hat
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You will never be a legend like the Gucci Mane
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You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock'
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You niggaz hoes I run your block when them choppers chop
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[Chorus]
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15th And The 1st
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| Gucci Mane |
