Smoke good.
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Fuck better.
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Count money.
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Whats better.
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These little niggas cant hang.
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Big shit popping bitch and big be my first name.
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I'm a west sider, detroit player.
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Fuck around and i might bring back gators.
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NIGGA WHA?
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Everyday i leave the crib with no money.
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And come back later with that mutha fucken paper.
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Finally famous over everything thats just how i feel bitch.
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They trying to stop my shine.
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I haven't hit the kill switch.
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Wrong nigga to deal with unless you doing a deal with.
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Grind hard. Thats just how i was built bitch.
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Whoa there. Whoa there.
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Round here.I know. Everybody know here.
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I come in through the club and get more money than promoters.
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Oh thats your girl?
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I see her at my show there.
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I be off in the hood.
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I bet you dont ever go there.
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Ayy so slow there boy.
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Don't go there boy.
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Theres people you dont know there boy.
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Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids.
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Flash.
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And i gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy.
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And my bitches be gorgeous boy.
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Showtime i hope you record em boy.
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Fat Raps Remix
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| Big Sean |
