Feat. Chi Hoover
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(Intro)
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It's what we trained to do
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Squad
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(Hook)
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These niggas vagina, my gunhole vagina
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Let a nigga chop a thot on nobody
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Pistol her hair, bullet her linin'
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Should be in New York, I feel like a giant
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I grew up in Dallas, ?
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You should be sorry, young killaz get violent
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Shoes only ridin', lookin' for ops to ride on
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See them niggas and get on shit that they not on
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I'm the shit, King Throne with a but on it
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Hear 'em talkin' but they not on it
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I weigh like an elephant
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For bitches who sellin' it, smokin' on president
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Thickin' on chickens, I'm sippin' on medicine
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Watzon, a Maseratti, I do it for etiquette
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I'm a god, gold wings cause I'm heaven sent
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Ride around on that whateva shit
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Shawty shootin' like a restaurant
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Only fuck a bad bitch once
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Shawty went cause of the restaurant
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Yung nigga upper echelon
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Executor, heath the evidence
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Purple hearted, I'm a veteran
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Lou Gatti and the way I party and the bad lady dress elegant
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Down on the regular, not just to celebrate
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Kill a fuck nigga, get away and celebrate
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Wooo!
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(Verse)
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Hurry the murder rate
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Blunt on my money, my money - yo momma
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Bodies, they come to us all the time
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Fuck around with the fuck around bitch
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We don't fuck around, send 'em outside
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All shawties they do it fo' me
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Ah, this money, you do it fo' me
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Movin' 100, that's me
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Flexin', I'm juggin', I'm ballin'
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All of these thotties they call me
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Roll up on 'em, ride down so it's ride fo' women
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Drug dealers, crackers, robbers, killaz they my niggas
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I don' ... call it with my niggas, they demonic
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30s on the 40s where the squad is
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Stones and the chains and the watch
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Bitch, gimme top
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Tell ya girlfriend gimme bottle
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Different on the satellite like Harlem to a spider
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Muthafucka lookin' like a spider
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200 when I hit the throttle
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Man, I'm a man, I'm 100 again
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Sheesh
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| King Louie |
