Featuring D-Bo, Wyld Pack, Ice Burgandy & J Mike
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(Intro)
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Check too big for them skinny jeans
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She suck dick better when she out the beans
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Brick squad monopoly, my home team
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On red flag, drop the green
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(Hook)
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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Squad up in this bitch, Freddy gang in this bitch
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(Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka)
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Aye man we turnt the f*ck up man
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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Shorty f*ck these n*ggas
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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(Verse)
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First off f*ck you and the clique you claim
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BG, be here soon, we are quick to bane
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n*ggas claim to make some gangstas but they took that ice
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Walking through Jurassic Park, you might lose your life
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Get to the whole name, bitch I¡¯m snatch disgrace
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And it¡¯s Jeezy to the death of me, afterlife
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Bitches deep fast deo, got a big ego
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Welcome to Jurassic Park, which road bout the legal?
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(Verse)
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I ain¡¯t f*ckin with these haters, these haters can¡¯t fill my shoes
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More dough spots in my hood than your city got schools
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Cut these f*ckers like a game of spades
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Wild pack, FETA gang nigga, color is red
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I be f*cking with these killers that¡¯s throwin the letter B
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Tip yo ass like some checkers, you direspectin the P
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I¡¯ve got a gon platoon, I call em blood hounds
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They eat the peas by the pound, better calm down
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(Hook)
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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Squad up in this bitch, Freddy gang in this bitch
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(Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka)
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Aye man we turnt the f*ck up man
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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Shorty f*ck these n*ggas
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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(Verse)
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Nigga f*ck you want? So shoot you broke
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Ain¡¯t got no hustle, you weak
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Ain¡¯t got no muscle I met you
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You know each trouble¡¯s a bubble
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All know my Nikes¡¯ is f*ck you
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If you don¡¯t like me I¡¯m powered
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You know bout I be f*ck yo bitch and then his wifey too
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Two thousand on my head you gon need you some mo¡¯ money
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20 thou under my bed and all of its hold money
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I be on these n*ggas head, I be getting these show money
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They ain¡¯t getting to they bread, why they swag if it¡¯s so bummy?
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(Verse)
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Chyeah f*ck these n*ggas and all this shit they pocket
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I¡¯m countin up all this cash, these broke n*ggas in there watch it
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It¡¯s squad nigga we deep, Cody here with that heat
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Don¡¯t make me pull up on you
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And beat yo ass til you leap
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To hell with all these f*ck n*ggas
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Mad hell cuz we up nigga
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RIP to duck nigga
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In the squad we twerch nigga
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NFL no words nigga
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Try me once I bust nigga
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We 50 deep, that¡¯s 100 strap
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What else can I say? Good Lord nigga
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(Hook)
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m yelling out
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Squad up in this bitch, Freddy gang in this bitch
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(Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka)
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Aye man we turnt the f*ck up man
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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Shorty f*ck these n*ggas
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f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas
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F*ck These N*ggas
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