[Intro: Stalley]
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I just be laughing at these haters...
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My laugh is like...
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My laugh sound like...
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[Verse 1: Stalley]
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Drag racin', left the game behind me
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I'm zoomin' on these niggas and I don't see nobody
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There's no competition and I told you niggas I'd be
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Back to put it down, now I'm back with the crown
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Crooked C with the pins on it, my kid's life depends on it
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So when the pen glowin', and I get goin, I ain't tip toein', I'm stompin'
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And them black boots, thug mind
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Look at the ish they start
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Made a honest man straight heartless... Once in a while I be ski mask mobbin'
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Someone pass me the Marlboro, I got somethin' to say boy
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Real intelligent ish too, somethin' niggas'll pay for
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Got filth under my nails, so I ain't tryna be no playboy
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Won't sell you nothin' I ain't boy, see I ain'tfor
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That dumb ish
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Yea I'll aim at ya nugget
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Open that rat hole and I'll plug it
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Took my... and I thugged it
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Now these lame ass niggas they love it, I does it
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For you and you, put it together like two and two
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BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
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[Hook: Stalley]
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BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
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BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
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BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
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BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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Drag racin' haters all behind me
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Niggas mad at me cause my chrome wheels shinin'
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Flag hangin, bosses move in silence
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The money came slow, then I started vibin'
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Bumpin' Tela nigga "I'm so tired of ballin'"
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My new crib got four fuckin' waterfalls in it
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Behind the double doors it look like it's a mall in it
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Fuck her good, bend her over, then I fall in it
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Pair of Chuck Taylor's, I rarely call tennis
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All the locc's sport'em, and they all menace
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From a nickel rock the Louboutin's on any block
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Public transportation our Lamborghini's on Rickenbacker
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Still under surveillance, look over you haters
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Right back to this money, I'll get with you later
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I'm stackin' this money, can't do you no favors
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I'm fuckin' with Stalley, we still on the pavement
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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Rolex, I get more sex
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Ho's tryna hang like coat check
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Four's on the rang nigga no sweat
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And every time I'm in the bank that's more checks
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And my nigga's got work no Bowflex, and my 44th Ward dogs go fetch
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Two bad hoes with me and they both wet
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And I stand on the corner like I protest
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Till that work done, and that first come
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And when the re-up came, I was the first one
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Like the Re-Up Gang I had two clips, up in my new glicc, ready to hurt something
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Cops came, I ain't heard nothin'
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Rock came, I served somethin'
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Started off with that.oz and tried to flip that bitch to a whole ki'
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I'm OG, you know me
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Your work high, I'm low key
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I started off with like four quarters and it was tie game, I went OT
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Your girlfriend she so freak, eat the dick till she OD
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Gotta yellow Rollie, with a yellow bezel, and them rocks in it like cold pink
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[Hook]
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BCGMMG Remix
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| Stalley |
