(Verse)
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Hollywood but it¡¯s north-west sidey
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2-0-6 like the number of bones in yo body
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She bought a room for us and I boned in the lobby
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If you hit the room you would owe more than Gadhafi
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Eatin first Teriyaki, purple and brown harachi
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Sloppy toppy got me naughty and I see rentals in my chi tea
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Copy, copy
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All these niggas ever do so much
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I¡¯m feeling like I¡¯m not me
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Fuck with the one time none time
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You subtract, I look the racks plus sign
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I¡¯m never off, Garth Brooks had going pop
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With my white bitch, never look back
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USC pound a whole key in her book bag
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Parents set a trust fund for er and I took that
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No, I need it
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Get your life fore the grim reaper get it
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When she goes bankrupt then he can get it
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Rockin team with you¡¯re fitted
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I quit it like a Cochrane cakes
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Take my pickings, then I roll like a Stockton play
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This Christian was raised with jews
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Would knock yo bitch if she came in nude
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But she through
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(Hook x2)
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God, if I gotta go
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At the funeral
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Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
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I need all my hoes in the front row
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All my hoes in the front row
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(Verse)
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Wuddup? Young Dober, I stay with bad bitches
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I mean bitches so bad I use my crib to add attention
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Tried to tell em it was pimpin but these niggas never listen
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Find er right up Manchester if yo baby mama missin
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Sucker poof nigga, I¡¯m the truth
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Money through the roof
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Everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice
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Ridin coupes, leanin with yo boo
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This shit what I do
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I go old hunneds in my wrap, shit ain¡¯t nothing new
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I got Mustard on the bidny and yo bitch on the fitny
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I keep stacks on top, boy yo dollars all pigmey
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Aye I¡¯m ballin on em, stay tryna defend me
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Steady takin shots at niggas man but that shit don¡¯t offend me
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I just made another 50 through my e-mail nigga
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For this rap we ballin hard and so they retail nigga
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Run yo mouth about the kids, you like a female, nigga
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Yo show money couldn¡¯t get my whip a D tail nigga
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Aye, young boys pullin euros out the lot
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Man I would take yo girl but I heard that bitch about
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I got homies who got plots and got mo homies than flock
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You wanna be rich out the hood, it¡¯s best you think up out the box, aye
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Told this world that its fuck you, pay me
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For the last 8 months I rolled around in a Mercedes
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Talkin Lexus, drop head Caddies
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And bitches don¡¯t call me by my name, they call me Crook
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(Hook x2)
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God, if I gotta go
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At the funeral
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Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
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I need all my hoes in the front row
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All my hoes in the front row
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(Verse)
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My, if I gotta go, just take life slow
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They bein haters online, that¡¯s a typo
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Young Veggies, I¡¯m bout to give the game lipo
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She bust it open for the fee, you getting pisto
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I¡¯m rightin wrongs, write songs and we don¡¯t wife hoes
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Mustard on the beat, that¡¯s gon make the function go
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I¡¯m makin money while I¡¯m swaggin, that¡¯s a W
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You the first and lose, comin in number 2
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Fuck you sayin hoe? Let yo man loose
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She leave me for a lame? She a lame too
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I¡¯m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true
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Mama used me in the shower like shampoo
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I know they told you I¡¯m the boy but I¡¯m the man too
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Could make a chick think but I could make it dance too
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My cousin took er here and he know wussup
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I¡¯m putting money on his books while I¡¯m rollin up
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The best part about it, when I make you open up
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And then I turn you round back, stripes be going up
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Young niggas run the city, I signed a declaration
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Alcohol in yo system, she saw that temptation
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We split them hoes up, I call it segregation
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Siroc might show her panties
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Now that¡¯s that product placement
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I¡¯ll rock them Puma Suedes, we do them Pradas too
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Wasn¡¯t rappin I could be a fashion model too
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(Hook x2)
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God, if I gotta go
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At the funeral
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Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
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I need all my hoes in the front row
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All my hoes in the front row
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Midnight Run
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| DJ Mustard |
