Yeah boobs, light that shit up
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Master of ceremonies in the stores
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Niggers is on deck
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I don¡¯t give a fuck about a nigger on a suck about
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Load a 45 with the joints then buck them out
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That¡¯s what the ghost to do, they thinking I¡¯m approachable
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You thinking like a player, but I¡¯m thinking what the coach will do
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I know they saying fuck me, so I¡¯m saying fuck them too
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But it¡¯s fly, niggers know they die, that ain¡¯t nothing new
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I be in the Chevy though, yeah I¡¯m in the steady flow
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I don¡¯t want life, I¡¯d rather shoot it with the federals
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He gonna have a short talk, if you talking ¡¦ though
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Expensive ass taste, I ain¡¯t in the spaghettios
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Niggers fuck¡¦ told you that your man do, fuck that
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You ain¡¯t gonna clap, at least slap them with the damn tool
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He gonna need a surgery, he gonna want to murder me
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But he better act like he motherfucking heard of me
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He should sense the urgency, murder but it started as a ¡¦
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Now the whole crib is looking all fucking burgundy
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Catch me in the benz nigger, all fucking burgundy
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¡¦ shoes, yeah they burgundy
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Ace but it¡¯s turquoise, got a couple of killers
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But they quiet like the church boys
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Leader of the murder boys, I¡¯m a leader
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You could fall back or rise up
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I¡¯m in the crib, get it paused up
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I¡¯m the grown nigger the size up
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Short but I¡¯m big though,
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Clap you on the bridge¡¦
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Rise Up
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| Styles P |
