Uh, this for all my niggas
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What...all my niggas
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Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas
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Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas
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Uhh wha, my Junior niggas
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Uhh, yo yo yo yo
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Verse One: Lil' Cease
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There's only noe Lil' Ceaser
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Who can touch ya who tease ya
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Cruise around the world, tease her with my Visa
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Now you're askin' me, the questions and lies
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I'll tell ya neither, but betta be a believer
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Ceaser Leo believe ya
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Iced out, me and Kim rockin' at the White House
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See if you can handle this pressure with the lights out
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I'm catchin' flights out, D-rockin' plus I'm trifed out
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Brooklyn Mint hats and sweatas, with the nights out
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Did that, it's all about the break like the Kit Kat
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That kid got, players from Brooklyn that get chicks black
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I meant that, you like the way Ceaser Leo spit that
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It's a trip that, you niggas had to kill B.I.G. to get back
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But I sit back and hope that crack
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See I don't smoke that, it's too many black folks
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With street dreams wanna blow back
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Cease aloupe that, I rock a show and hope you know that
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And rock a party, and rock a body
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Just to help my dough stack
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Chorus
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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Verse Two: Camron
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Uhh, I dare you and the men tryers
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Mersadies Benz buyers, chromed rhime tires
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O-D like limp buyers, gun sticky handles
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Tricky bandels, shit we ran through
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And I'ma drink until I catch a plate of Mickey Mantle
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With the Land through, then I'm storm out with my coins out
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Crispy Sandels, don't like it, well damn you
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Ya know how Cam do, mess around and slam you
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All about respect now, check ya on black nail
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Then we bring the text down, head trek now
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Last year I closed the Rec down
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With me and the click, I bring the slicks Nicks
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Peepin' the chips, uhh get open off the factory dips
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And he sportin' on the back of the whip
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That cat Un, like the Acelney whip
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Stack chips, twin match on his tip
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And it's Undertainment, formely Undeas
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We all gon' squeezers, problem, come see us
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Chorus
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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Verse Three: Charli Baltimore
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Yo, it's my family, keeps me runnin' like car fluid
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Call me bitch, put the "R" to it
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Take the "TC" from it, see we done it
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Birds hummin', we heard dem
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Comenses, stay Emmy, so I made it from it
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Fool never heard of them, I'm Charli, ya Harely
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Half of any chick that I ball wit', spoil wit'
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I rock brand new, as my whole click and quite well
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Ya sell stills Bell A-T-L, we might grow tell
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Have vicious on ya Miyell, but play these skills right
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Got to give me credit like Mase T's, and face-ti
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Last Dons, comense status, only trees we smoke B-Palms
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And S-Classes, burn rubber in a 420
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Abosrb money, the glamerous fam
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Rock Versace like my man and watch me
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CB rap Debouitont, any flow you want
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I'll arrange it, rocks style, change it
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Any time, keep in mind
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Charli Baltimore for Undertainment, we're the famous
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Chorus
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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You can put your army against my team and
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I guarantee it will be your very last time breathin'
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Your Last Time Breathin'
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DJ Clue |