(Intro)
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The only thing on scene I'd like to put an amend on,
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Perhaps a little more room here for the vixens
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Oh, we gon' have a lot of vixens?
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We gonna have so many fucking vixens up in this motherfucker
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This shit gon' go through the roof
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Goddamn, I'm shittin' gold these days
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(Verse)
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Nigga we made it
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I got my own motherfucking day, nigga
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February 25th
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Thug Thursday
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Top off in that drop hit, yeah,
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Nigga, we made it
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Pulling up in that gloss, like
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Nigga, we made it
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Came up from the bottom
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So many niggas didn't hate me
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Now they saying
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Niggas, they made it
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Mouse life, living boss life
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Yeah, bitch, I do
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And I fuck that bad bitch that's wid you too
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Been the boss down south where my city, man
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Ball wid the boss howl, drive them bitch insane
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Er'body know my name and what I claim ain't eva been lame
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Keep a couple cool chains and some cool frames
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All about getting chased, money down the lane
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And I move sane, and I drive 'Rarri
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In the Mac white GLoss, or whateva
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Hey, I just keep gettin' realler
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Just stay bout that cheddar
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I'm a young OG, er'body know me
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Rollin' with my trophies
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Keep it down, shotgun, yeah, she gon' ride wid me
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Cause I'm a every damn fool, and I'm so damn cool
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Pulling up in that Rollz, like
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Nigga, we made it!
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I ain't platinum, but I'm already platinum
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Thuggaday
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| Slim Thug |
