Boss dreams and everything on a triple beam
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It's like a holiday scheme ...
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In a car I lean, money infatuated
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...(?) intimidated, illegally motivated
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Revvin' like a cutty that bang on the block
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Baby can I have your keys, I hate to pick your lock
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Snappin' like a gator, never waitin' like a waiter
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Cherry is my flavor when it comes to now and laters
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When it comes to gettin' greedy, man I get green eyes
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And I gotta get it like Muslims slang pies
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Cuttin' in line just to get mine
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Tiga I feel that waitin' is a crime
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Arrest me, cuff me, bail me
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Rap is money baby it'll never fail me
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I'm like an antique that zip through the streets
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Flickin' my tongue at little kids
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The lucky motivator when it comes to makin' paper
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Man you can keep your money 'cause I really need a fader
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Hot like potatoes, hair in your gators
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Waves that make ya sick like a sailor
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Don't ask about my woman 'cause I'm married to the rap
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Don't have to say "I love you", and we love it like that
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And I'm chillin like the number one chiller
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I round some cats that shoot more thangs than Ricky Miller
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Nicky you a real rap dealer
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I dranks my drank, hit the dank, and I'm bound to say "My nigga"
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The situation make me quiver
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The hotter the cap for the rap, cold steel will make a nigga shiver
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And like pizza I deliver
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Cop your rocks, hit the block, and mothafucka don't short stop
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Do you know where you go in life, it's like I reminisce till I die and I've lost track
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You know I gotta floss dat, boss dat, cross dat
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See the eye of the devil if I lost dat
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Yeeuh, it gets hot in the room
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Like a wicked witch I gotta jump the broom
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Screamin' "Fuck you" by the light of the moon
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Custom fit like a brand new bra
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I hate to break the rules but I love to break the law
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Get caught, gotta lie like a veteran
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In the bathtub screamin' "Flyyy pelicans!"
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Fist Full Of Dollars "Green Eyes"
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Andre Nickatina |