[Intro]
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Yeah, aye, aye
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[Verse 1:]
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I said they heard that I'm a boss, I gotta motherfucking prove it
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Freezer full a niggas, she like "Quan, you the coolest"
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Bitch, you watching me like a motherfucking movie
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I got four hoes a piece in the pool and my jacuzzi, toothless
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Cuz I'm spitting like a motherfucking infant, ruthless
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Top gone and I'm ridin' on skinnies, Coupes
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Her top gone and she hidin' behind the tinted, dueces
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To them fuck niggas who never thought I wouldn't be shit
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On some G shit, MOB shit, that Louie V on me
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And I keep it like a free bitch, that Glock 40 on me (not you niggas)
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And I'm back off in the kitchen, you don't know about it
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The crack having itching, just like poison ivy
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I got GPS bullets that will go and find him
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Name a nigga better than me, I'm a go and sign him
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All my niggas eye to eye, never go behind him
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Tell yo ho remind him, chop and screw rewind him
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[Verse 2:]
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Okay now, since it's hard to find me, binoculars see me farther
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In trap like a spider, my name should be Peter Parker
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Blowing that Mary Jane while popping them green goblins
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Dora hanging off the hinges from keeping them fiends knocking
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I got ounces in my jean pocket, thats how we rocking
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With a check like Nike I could never Rebok it
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If Nard ain't got no more 82, he gone have to ship it
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Geometric numbers call me the math mathematician
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I'm a add it, then subtract it, move the pack in the fastest
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Stretch it backwards, like elastic, dramatic
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Money covo I can hear a hater
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Did I forget the baking soda in the refrigerator
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[Hook: x2]
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I'm still going in on these nigga's asses [x2]
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I refuse to grab a pen on these nigga's asses
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I got the torch now and I don't know if I'm a pass it
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Still Going In
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| Rich Homie Quan |
