[Hook: x2]
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Oh my God da Chevy a monsta,
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I wanna thank the dope game for being my sponsors,
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Cocaine white dope boy sneakers,
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You wanna learn how to cook this dope I'm a teach ya!
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[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
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Oh my God, The Chevy a monsta,
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Freddy Cougar red the paint job will haunt cha'
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Niggas scared like it's Friday the 13,
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Ridin in my Chevy up on Nightmare and Elm Street.
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Shidd! Seven figures for the neck piece.
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You like this? Wait until I get my neck piece.
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Dope boy sneakers, dopeboy features,
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You wanna learn how to cook this I can teach ya.
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Chevy pushin' 500 horses to beat cha.
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Pussy look like money bitch I'll probably eat cha.
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Sellin crack, show me where the kitchen at,
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Let me make my money back, nigga I'm a tripple dat!
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
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I killem with da ride like Marilyn Manson,
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Trunk beatin' hard I bet the devil is dancin.
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I see 'em glancin' my pockets lookin' real chubby,
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They came to my momma house lookin' for the hard,
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But I ain't wanna sell dope please for give me Lord.
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The crack rocked up, The bricks blocked up.
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Everythang will be fine unless they stop us,
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My Uncle Mane sayin' prayers from a prison cell.
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20 years cause they caught 'em tryna make a sale.
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I give 'em hell, Nigga mother fuck a hater.
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Now I'm a say this shit again let's go get this paper.
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: Attitude]
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Trunk full of white on the intersate,
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Nigga I'm eatin' like these streets is my dinner plate.
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And all I need is a spoon,
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A pyrex jar and some elbow room.
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Now I got the hos in the 'Ham,
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I ain't playin bout this paper I'll put some holes in ya ass.
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Look, my weed jumpin out the blunt,
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Cause the blunt in my car feel like it's jumpin out the trunk.
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Blood diamonds in my neck-a-lace.
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Got the hos lookin possessed, I'm the exorcist.
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Bitch say hi to the bad guy.
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That's why all them hos point when I pass by.
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[Hook x2]
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Chevy A Monsta
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| Rich Boy |
