[Intro]
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You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
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You know what I¡¯m sayin¡¯?
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[Hook]
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Slang a bunch of narcotics
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Pull up in the new ¡®Rarri
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Livin¡¯ like John Gotti
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Choppin¡¯ bricks like karate
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Drink a bunch of Codeine
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Servin¡¯ to the dope fiends
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Blowin¡¯ money, stay clean
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Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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[Verse 1: Future]
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Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
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Got a young bitch pullin¡¯ up in a vet
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Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
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Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
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Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
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Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
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You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
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I can whip a Maserati, pullin¡¯ up a donk
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50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
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Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup
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Keep a young nigga workin¡¯ gotta buss a cape
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I¡¯mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Future]
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Whippin¡¯ up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spider
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Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
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Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
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I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
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In a four-door Beamer, drivin¡¯ with a rifle
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Nigga where you at? Nigga we gon¡¯ pull up on ya
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Young bitch looking like Janet in the 80¡Çs
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We was grindin¡¯ up from a tube and a baby
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Got the girl drippin¡¯ wet like a Jheri curl
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Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
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Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
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I can get 36 for a clean shirt
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
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Pop a lot of pain pills
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¡®Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
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Beat that pussy up like¡¦
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Two cell phones ringin¡¯ at the same time
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That¡¯s your hoe, callin¡¯ from two different phones
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Tell that bitch leave me the fuck alone
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See, you fuck around, and I¡¯ll fuck her long
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I got a love/hate relationship with molly
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I¡¯d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
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Boy, I¡¯ll bury you like Halle
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And these hoes say I¡¯m blind
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¡®Cause I don¡¯t see nothin¡¯ wrong with a little bump and grind
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And I just received a package, them other niggas taxin¡¯
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And my pockets¡¯ so fat, I¡¯m startin¡¯ to feel contractions
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And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
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And he already home, man, that nigga must be snitchin¡¯
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Cut him off like karate¡¦
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[Hook]
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Karate Chop (Remix)
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