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You got them birds I want a few, first I'm a drop a deuce
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Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that's forty-two
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Call that pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving)
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Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin
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[Gucci Mane:]
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See the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete,
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Tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look nasty
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Damn this thing a classic, everybody starin
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Pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket
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Simple dunk can't catch me, I'm dammit twisted backwards
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Candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip
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My rims just did a backflip,
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Dem lips on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip
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The way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor flipped
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Punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt
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Slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk
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White guts, white rims
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[Chorus x2]
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[Yo Gotti:]
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73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck
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Trunk like a concert, that mean that bitch loud as fuck
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Everything kitted up, that boy digital
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Hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful
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Hardwood floors in that bitch look like my grandma's house
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White on white leather my seats remind me of my grandma's couch
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Trunk having a heart attack, when I'm doin a summersault
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Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk
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Sunday I ain't bumpin no rap, I'm bumpin Al Green
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Monday I ain't sellin no white, I'm sellin all green
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Yo Gotti I'm the king, no soon as I hit the scene
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I'm watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen
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[Chorus]
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Julius Erving
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| Yo Gotti |
