(Chorus)
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No paint on the wheel, got the seat laid back
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Watch me drop the top
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I start flippin foes, let the foes burn rubber
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As I pull up to the parkin lot
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It¡¯s goin down
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(they already know)
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It¡¯s goin down
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(and you know it¡¯s goin down)
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(they already know)
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It¡¯s goin down
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(Verse)
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I woke up early, jumped in that buzz
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Start flippin foes, let the foes burn rubber
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I swung and I swang, watch me swing wide
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80 foes pockin, I up them bow ties
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I just got paid, let the pop trunk wait
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Head pockin out of the Buick the same
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Just to show the fresh boss fake cuz I¡¯m real
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The domina woman sittin pretty on the grill
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How that came down I came through and candy ridda may be blue
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An office boss shot the deuce
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In an old school that looked like new
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Hold up, let me slow it down real quick
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Cuz I got that feeling like when you get a lick
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It¡¯s goin down and you know it¡¯s goin down
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The sun shinin, it¡¯s a good day in H Town
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Po¡¯ up a muddy cup for that Scroo and Pimp C
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We on the side, ain¡¯t no other place I¡¯d rather be
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(Chorus)
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No paint on the wheel, got the seat laid back
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Watch me drop the top
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I start flippin foes, let the foes burn rubber
|
As I pull up to the parkin lot
|
It¡¯s goin down
|
(they already know)
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It¡¯s goin down
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(and you know it¡¯s goin down)
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(they already know)
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It¡¯s goin down
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(Verse)
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I know you see me ridin comin down
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Trunk waving like the ocean with the 5th recline
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When we pull up everybody lookin, turn around
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And start Instagramin pictures of they red line
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Soft butter, letter smoother than a baby ass
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Muddy red flash clear, here getting cash
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200 on the dash, but I ain¡¯t movin fast
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Slow motion on them 10¡¯s when I pass, button glass baby
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(Verse)
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It¡¯s goin down in H Town
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The street¡¯s full of toys, lookin like a playground
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Ridin round that note, flippin through hoods
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From the acres home all the way to city goods
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Still rollin, pullin up holdin
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Slap outside on them foes and they golden boy
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Yea, and my bitch flawless
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75 dropped out, I¡¯m on some boss ho shit
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(Chorus)
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No paint on the wheel, got the seat laid back
|
Watch me drop the top
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I start flippin foes, let the foes burn rubber
|
As I pull up to the parkin lot
|
It¡¯s goin down
|
(they already know)
|
It¡¯s goin down
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(and you know it¡¯s goin down)
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(they already know)
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It¡¯s goin down
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It's Goin Down
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| Slim Thug |
