I hear voices in my head sayin go and get the red,
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I check niggas when I¡¯m talking and I¡¯m knwoing this the fact,
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slap drolling drip in red, from text us nice to meet you,
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and everywhere I go, I can¡¯t accept like a risa,
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when they H town to that mill west
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ask around about the key fresh,
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Gucci down when I get dressed,
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they double cup like big breast,
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I double up and at the invest,
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keep waiting on me like bench press,
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I¡¯m on the road since six-six
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only thing I feel is bench press,
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your main chick is my mistress,
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that girl you love is my side hoe,
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you wanna scrap I want to try though,
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¡¯cause them girls we¡¯re clapping like..foe
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got the money stack is my mind hoe,
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yeah I think I¡¯m big mitch,
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couple straps full of hallos,
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in the AK women full like..beast
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and that¡¯s just to defend me,
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I keep pockets full of plenty,
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anymore any wide nigga, yeah I¡¯m a dollar like BMG
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is fresh gotta I¡¯m like..
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I¡¯ma hold it down in this working tune,
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flow it harder than the 30 June
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and them next to blow I know you heard the news nigga
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You know I¡¯m fresh
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nigga you know I¡¯m fresh
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nigga you know I¡¯m fresh
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you know I¡¯m fresh.
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Is this the supreme team, that 80 L pimble one
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get round this spring town, that shit don¡¯t come out till September
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right in 2012 and early 2011, you in in 2007 after extended inhabit,
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you not the shit and you never be get so after part boy,
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you¡¯re not 500 degrees and you were not a hot boy,
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I¡¯m a true gladiator and none greater the faders
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we them aids spading them paper so f*ck all you haters,
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you better call after the.. tell em they f*ck on the phone
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I¡¯m bout to pull out this big dogs and bark all your clothes,
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part night I¡¯m harder than phone and my gangsta is dissed,
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that money and that¡¯s like a drid like the gangs in the hit line,
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I¡¯m four Nelson and the big foe at the same time
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and no we ain¡¯t all on the same grind hold me these lane line
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they playin the same games, tryin to get where they fit it bullshit it
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and thought you sleeping but you did it good ..bitch.
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You know I¡¯m fresh
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nigga you know I¡¯m fresh
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nigga you know I¡¯m fresh
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you know I¡¯m fresh.
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I¡¯ma just call her hold me, ¡¯cause it ain¡¯t pour her,
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I son lower got me looking like her..
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a true hustler check the aura, since 2004
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I¡¯ve been coming across the border, work up in this floor exploring,
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niggas getting out of order, tell em put em the best link,
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doing everything to risking, freshest wit pain,
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who cars bout what the next thing, go ahead and let em hit,
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check the resume respected like a wit,
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chevrolet I¡¯m fresh from head to toe,
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chain hang to my testicles and serving got me all extra slow
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the girl call me I just text the hoe,
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she ready to go then I¡¯m hittin the fam
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and the flow so ridiculous man,
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young king of this punch lines, got more lighters than the InstaGram
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damn.
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You Know Im Fresh
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