I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line
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(Nigga wut?)
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Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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Yo cause I'm back again, old school and I'm backin' out
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Cause the boss still rep that, grip that
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Hit the bass and I'm actin' out
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On the after bath you stackin' clouds
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Shoppin' what they ask about
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In the parkin' lot deep when the whole world sleep
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All night in my seat 'til I'm passin' out
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Gotta keep my eyes open cause I hear that fire scopin'
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From the car with the pants off and the cha cha belt so I drive slowly
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Fuckin' bangin' a bad wood like a left shoe, with the lights, we go ten
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Stopped at the gas station for a package shift
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I found trinkets of purple mint just to freshen up
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Tried to say she can't afford
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But we gotta make a move cause it's after 2
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And her man is the type of bull, she fightin' 'I'm but I ain't though
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Now she wonder what she came for
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But I ain't trippin' no place, I ain't even gonna flip
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Over none a nigga bitch, move over to the next
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line
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(Nigga wut?)
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Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I still got my sub hoe
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Jammin' on that drawer flow
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King Kong's in my trunk, in a fight with thumb, better lick my sore throat
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Shorty in the front seat but see that can't hide full
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She ain't worried 'bout her man no more
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Hell, hell not a jiddy hoe that may never slam no doors
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I thought I saw some light but I'm trippin'
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I got a birthday riffle, I miss it
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I hear the super 8 cause she super late and she know the way and I did
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All in my view, have no feel, says she wanna fuck with me
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Well, I told 'er that's all good while she broke my wood but a pimp don't fuck her booty
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She left to answer her phone, I swear it's 3 in the morn'
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Like who could that be, she looked at me like he won't leave me alone
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But it's a damn shame, he don't know my name and I ain't got no time to choke throats
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At least just get in room and do what we do and be about your thing until 4
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
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I still live in my trunk and I could've take pop, my real cha chop on my bass line
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(Nigga wut?)
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Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I'm gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
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(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
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I still got my sub hoe
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[Outro]
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[Big KRIT:] Yo Shawty, just lock my door and get out
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[Girl:] Alright baby, I got you
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[Big KRIT:] Aye Wally, what's good boy?
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[Girl:] You always on your phone
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[Big KRIT:] Boy, I'm at this Super 8 right across the street from where you live at boy
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[Wally:] That's what it is man
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[Big KRIT:] Yeah man, this shit bout to g |