Tatoos on her ass
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Take one
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Dame Grease, we got 'em baby
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Got these niggaz
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Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac
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You know it's Vigilante Season man
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Fuck this shit
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So I'll just give you that wave
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Shout to the Four Horsemen
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Let's get 'em, uh
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Hook:
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Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
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(Too advanced)
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How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
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(Fuck you do that, fucked up now)
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When my songs come on, they do the dance
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(Do the dance)
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Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
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Verse 1:
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Yeah
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The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up
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The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up
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Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums
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My DVDs be in the slums
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Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak
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You bitch niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seats
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Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps
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Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left
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Stop it son you not the shit, I'll pop a clip
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Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit
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What the fuck is that, that's some homo shit
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I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit
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That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury
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Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry
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Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself
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Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself
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Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me
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They gon' find ya like Pimp C
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I don't give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be
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Nigga your only 23
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Owww
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Hook:
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Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
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(Coupe is black)
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And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash
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Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
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She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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Verse 2:
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Nigga I ain't trippin' off this shit
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I'ma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)
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Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty
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The 2010 Biggie
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Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru
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Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave
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More fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship
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Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts
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Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar
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Pay for your funeral on my debit card
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Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby
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Niggaz on my dick, screamin' "Wavy"
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Try to do a splash, now cyclones
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They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper
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Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set
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They make me wanna squirt the Tech
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Owww
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Hook:
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Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks
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(Doin' tracks)
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She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash
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She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that
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(What type fruits is that)
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She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
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(Too advanced)
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How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
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(Fuck you do that)
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When my songs come on, they do the dance
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(Do the dance)
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Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
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Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
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(Coupe is black)
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And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash
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Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
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She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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Freaky bitch, yeah
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Need a nice outro for this one
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Ain't gotta say much
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Vigilante Season, ya know
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Boss Don Biggavel'
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Dame Grease
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Four Horsemen baby, yeah
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Got bottles of that Grand Cru
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Ya know the industry, comin' for my head
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All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy
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Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know
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Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game
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Poppin' them percs, shrooms
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Fuck wit' ya boy bitch
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The Boss Don, oww
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Gotta love it
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Gain Greene, yeah
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That's it, huh
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{Max B laughs}
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Tatoos On Her Ass
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Max B |