[EIHT]
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Geah (check it out)
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One two, one two
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Hey
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Geah (one two one two)
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Check it out, uh
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I can't fuck with a proper bitch
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Cause she wants me to save her
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I can't flow
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I'd rather fucks with a greedy bitch (geah)
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Cause the bitch is much cheaper
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So here we go
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[HIE TIMES]
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There's a thin line between a dollar and a hand which just connected
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With that hand belonged to you then you'd be the one that's most suspected
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So to deal with this here, I needs all of mine
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Cause stacking G's and smoking trees is really all that's on my mind
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And I'm trying to find me a chicken with thick legs and smooth skin
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With a cool panty line and lots of paper to spend
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Cause where me and Eiht about to go
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I know there's chickens for days
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You best to bring your Ben Franklins
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But never will we pay to play
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It's more the other way around cause nowadays that's how it goes
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So grab the rest of your girls and let me put a lock on this door
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We gon' to be doin this all night or release till we run outta smoke
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But see that shit will never happen so just prepare to get stroked
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Cause the way we like to do don't get no better than this
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Mission one is now done, hop in the Beamer with Slip
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So while the players are still hating, trying to ruin the game
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You'll see Eiht and Hight T travelling plane to plane
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[EIHT]
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I can't fuck with a proper bitch
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Cause she wants me to save her
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I can't flow
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I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
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Cause the bitch is much cheaper, so here we roll
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Geah
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One two one two
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Geah
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One two one two
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Check it out
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One two one two
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Geah
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When I gotta
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Rolls Royce for the bitches that want up in it
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With a black super sport next to a 5 hundred Benz
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Ends out the anus making 'em famous
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Racketeerin now I'm flippin while I'm tipping and taking trips 'cross the border
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Under cover watch my ki's keep jinglin'
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Got the page from my nigga H.B. he's bringin
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Top dollar bitches, who got love to give
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Ain't no time for playing games, get down like you live
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We might spend a little ends tonight, so get it cracking (geah)
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No time for masquerades, Boom Bam pull down the shades can we hurry
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I got a little business at 9
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Quickly I slides out
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To the next hide out
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Underground tunnels
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Can't see me on top
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You know my little senorita
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I roll for the drop
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Keeps me paid
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Cause ain't nuthin' changed but the weather
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No sneak attacks she's strapped with the Beretta
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Whatever y'all bounces and whatever y'all ounce is whatever you need
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We deliver with speed
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I can't fuck with a proper bitch (geah)
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Cause she wants me to save her
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I can't flow
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I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
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Cause the bitch is much cheaper
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So here we go, uh
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Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
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By any means do anything to keep us rich
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She hops on the plane for the return trips
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In and out, back and forth just to stack my chips
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I said...
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Nobody knows my name, who's in the limos?
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Tinted windows, fuck toss in the demos
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Wrong one son, heavy weights the rap
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And if you can't start with a hundred best beware for the cap
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Keep it moving and guns keep tucked up in the coat
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Judge Dredd and the feds on my back when I float
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Gots my little senorita on my way to the shop
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I'm on my way back to the West to plea no contest
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False arrest
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But y'all know how O.J. did it (geah)
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Cost about 2 million get me straight acquitted
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D.A. on the payroll, two steps ahead
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Keeps a smile on my face, you in a ?powder? of red
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Best bring my cash and don't be late
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My senorita with your product get it straight upstate
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Locked down
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Got a gang of stories for my celly
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Return trips with chips strapped to her belly
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Meet her at the telly, collect my fee
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While your counting from the pen, I'll hit y'all up at 3
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I said
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Me and my bitch, me and my bitch
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By any means, do anything to keep us ritch
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She hops on the plane for the return trips
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In and out, back and forth just to stacks my chips
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I can't fuck with a proper bitch
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Cause she wants us to save her
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I can't flow
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We'd rather fuck with the greedy bitches
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Cause they outs to get paper
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So here we go...
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Uh, Half Ounce one t |