[Intro]
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Oh, man, you already know what it is
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Shit, Pimpstead shit, nigga (word)
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Give me the light
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Word up
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Pussy-face niggas, man, yo check it out
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Follow suit
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[Verse]
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Bally belts, presence is felt, I¡¯m somethin¡¯ else
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My gun long as hell, it ain¡¯t for huntin¡¯ elk
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Preserve self, earn wealth, hurl shells
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Twirl a L, burn in Hell
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Learn the skill
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Turn the steering wheel in the Sedan de Ville
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Spanish MILFs eat chamomile
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Trill, slipped on a banana peel
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Jam the hammer in your grill, and stand on the sand hill
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Pop a painkill pill, let the champagne spill
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Snake peel, twist the J, lay still
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Embrace stale enough to taste veal
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Break the seal, my faith is a paper trail
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Placed a spell on the ageless belle
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The slaves are for sale, from grace fell
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Became stealth
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Your chain is the third rail
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Tears of pain like rain fell
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Bask in the glory
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Passion, passport spells pausey
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The Jag that¡¯s sporty, the pump shotgun call it ¡°shorty¡±
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Niggas in my opinion rap corny
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Crash your story in the A4 Audi
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My dealer scrape paper form LA to Missouri
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Mix the soft drink with the Formula 44-D
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Hustling raw with the sore feet
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Draw heat, knock the top off your core piece
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I stood covered in a long mink
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Look sleek, the sneaks is like a toucan beak
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The wolf-man dance with the sheep
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A grand apiece keep my hands greased
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The Sedan it ain¡¯t a lease, the Coup, take off the hairpiece
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Speak your piece¡¦
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(Feels so¡¦)
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Or beat your feet¡¦
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(Girl¡¦)
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Bally Belts
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Roc Marciano |