Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies
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My cup and my all it's for the rook time
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Free my fucking partners, they doing state time
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On that talking mix I'm talking whole dimes
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It's go time, we turn it up when it go time
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We have that guap, call it go time
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Circle your block with it, go time
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Grinding the yachts with it, go time
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Can't leave the house without the cannon
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Eat go time with my flight attendant
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Yeah found somebody, buy Shannon
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I'm all quit to sit with that gas
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Tryina run a paper bag Glock with it
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The real fucked up the cash
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I just hung up the phone with my bitch
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But she's my bitch 'cause on that pimping shit she checking in the cash like that
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Hoe, I'm moving through in that Benz
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This ain't no 556 till I'm not mad like that
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Till I spread that gas to the floor
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Get the codeine in and hit the store
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This of course is holding back the po
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Hoe's up in a two liter hoe
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Got a lil' bit ' can't be judging on a hoe
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I'mma spit every motherfucker chance I get'with it though
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Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies
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My cup and my all it's for the rook time
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Free my fucking partners, they doing state time
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On that talking mix I'm talking whole dimes
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It's go time, we turn it up when it go time
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We have that guap, call it go time
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Circle your block with it, go time
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Grinding the yachts with it, go time
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Nigga every day we balling
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Nigga every day I got the money coming
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Big bank rolls, they coming
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I gotta draw this out, Jordan line, they hit the '
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We better keep that bomber shit applied, they the motherfucking pilots
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Been swimming under that hustle game, that shit took joining us gladly
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And we in the all white business like a purple drink, we whiling
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Diamonds and the Cuban lay prancing, in the strip club looking fancy
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And I'mma taste in that ice, though, I'm throwing that hoe dancing
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Like we the other day, only in the game for clay
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Take a nigga word, in God we trust '
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On real cool, I loved it ' on her birthday
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And I fall through it like 25 gunners, nigga for'
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Bunch of broke guys, they all telling lies
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My cup and my all it's for the rook time
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Free my fucking partners, they doing state time
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On that talking mix I'm talking whole dimes
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It's go time, we turn it up when it go time
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We have that guap, call it go time
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Circle your block with it, go time
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Grinding the yachts with it, go time
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Go Time
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| Shad Da God |
