TGOD
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Miami Vice
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Uh
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Top off speeding, they say IĄ¯m the bad guy
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[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
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Bitch ass nigga ainĄ¯t nobody feeling that
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You got a whole lot of mouth, I can kill you with a rap
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That 16 in the magazine, one chain brin
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Can knock as many down as I wanna, Wilt Chamberlain
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Yeah, thatĄ¯s bucket seats like in Nascar
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View from the beach condo thatĄ¯s the plan
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All, yĄ¯all niggas suffering hard
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IĄ¯m rolling up, wine glass, sipping off with a laugh (haha)
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Yeah, thatĄ¯s a couple of counts
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I donĄ¯t watch it, I know, I really see the amount
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IĄ¯m out in Memphis with Juice, we into balling for real
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You niggas talk like you scoring, never out on the field
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Never fakers for real, my name good in the spot
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Now itĄ¯s Presidential Suites but still keeping it cot
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No need for the bar, we could send you some shots
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I know they mad cus they canĄ¯t afford whatĄ¯s out in that lot, Oh
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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
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And when it comes to this paper, we gettinĄ¯ all it, all it
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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[Verse 2: Juicy J]
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Trippy niggas, Nigga we donĄ¯t give a fuck
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Hopped up out a brand new Panamera flexing
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Mob niggas coming through
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Bitch clear the section
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Doobie to my lips
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Straps I come equipped
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Living a trippy life, everyday IĄ¯m in the strip
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We be throwing hundreds
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You be throwing ones
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We marinate our lean with our blunts
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Call my young nigga, what the count read?
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Call my young nigga, bring him back to me!
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Call my young nigga, he got what you need!
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I got high as that bitch Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas
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Make that bitch bite down
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Have her dancing on her knees
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I treat her like a prostitute, she bringing me a fee (Cash)
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Real money get niggas who I hang with
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Jackson, Grant, Franklin, people who I came with
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IĄ¯m still balling, Juicy J will never quit
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Broke ass nigga I donĄ¯t speak your language
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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
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And when it comes to this paper, we gettinĄ¯ all it, all it
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
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Fly gangsta shit nigga, yeah
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They ainĄ¯t wanna sell me shit, now I donĄ¯t need to buy
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Three piece suit clean and I donĄ¯t even try
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Bags to my bitch nigga cus she likes shit
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And cash with my niggas
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Half of them indicted
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ThatĄ¯s game recognize game and my niggas know
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House shoes on
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Rich Gang stitched in my robe
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Fly nigga, just a belt that you tryna price
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We getting to it everyday
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Same thing tonight
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G shit from the block, you already know
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The homie told me we gone get it, had to let it go
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Uh, yeah, been where the weed at
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You know I wasnĄ¯t tripping man, I just couldnĄ¯t see that
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Now IĄ¯m trippy, getting faded, where my drink at?
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Beginning at the pack for the cash, you know I lead that
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Shit your language, I donĄ¯t ever speak that
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But my homies on the left side, yeah they see that
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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
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And when it comes to this paper, we gettinĄ¯ all it, all it
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started
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That means you fuckinĄ¯ with gangsters
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Vice
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| Wiz Khalifa |
