It is what it is, son, niggas can't stand it
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It's my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet
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Shorty saying "Welcome to Miami." Her friends saying welcome to Miami.
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Jet Skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard
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Back to back Porsches and niggas go down hard
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I love money, nigga this drug money
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Laundromat, spin cycle, nickel snub money
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Beef nothing to a nigga, nigga I'm PUFF
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Throw 100 racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
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If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
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Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent
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I'm a fly nigga on a off day I ride fly shit
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Presidential rolling nigga tell me now can you bite down
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I'm the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat
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I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I'm strapped back
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I make a double up, few blocks of raw
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I-I-I get it, I got to get more
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I make it double up, baking soda galore
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Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor
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I make it double up
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Ey, bring me that pyrex, get the baking soda, the ice,
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I'll show you how you do this shit, you think I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I'm doin
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[Hayes:]
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We on the other side of the border chilling with Drug Lords
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Tryna put an order in during the drug wars
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J said this what happens when you disrespect one of us
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And cut a motherfucker head off right in front of us
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That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
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I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool with
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I'd rather slang that then come and deal with this bullshit.
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'Cause I ain't gonna budge Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
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Niggas know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
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Front door service, put one in your brain quick
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Could have put it right in your chest, close range shit
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Watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with
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Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and prayin shit
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I ain't the big sob story, fam, I'm spraying shit
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Twelve gauge AR15, AK an shit
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Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
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Principals, we don't drown a line at drug dealin
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We criminals, we goin all out
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Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
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And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
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You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
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And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
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Double Up
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| 50 Cent |
