Now (now)
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Ready for wylin' my niggas
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Let's set it like we on an island my niggas
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I'm with it (What what what what)
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Yo
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My clique startle bitches
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With a remarkable sparkle
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For my bitches with me (What what what what)
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You know we stay dumb
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And keep shop running
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Just the like the 24-hour deli
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The way y'all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
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Y'all niggas don't mean nothing
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But a 24-hour celly
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To talk that funny shit
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To someone you know
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While I bag these bitches
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And take them to 24-hour telly
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Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
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Little sexy thug bitches
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Who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
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Then get with my niggas and smoke up a ounce
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Crowd up in whatever amounts
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Making bitches skip to my bounce
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So whenever we be shining like diamond
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Fresher than the fragrance of limon
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When we strike
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It's all in the timing
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Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin'
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Fucking with huge contracts
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With white beaters on
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On the day of the signing
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Making all my bitches check for this shit
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My live niggas know the truth
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That's why they always got respect for this shit
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[Chorus:]
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
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And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
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My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow!
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Who run with me, Bladow!
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
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Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
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In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
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In a slung with me, Bladow!
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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And now we mash y'all
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Harass y'all
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Until the shit we doing pass y'all
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You know we steadily, readily
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Give it to niggas
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And blow up the spot for niggas
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Before we do the dash y'all
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Yo
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Ain't nothing wrong until we perform
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Y'all niggas know we bout to blast y'all
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Fast
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Me and my niggas crash the party
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If my niggas were shitters
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Splash bitches before we flash y'all
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Now what's up
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All of my niggas salute
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Where we get busy
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Gimme me my loot
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All way up in a box with a suit
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Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
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Stay on a live nigga recruit
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And take y'all niggas back to the root
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Tying my laces all up in my boot
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All the bitches say that I'm cute
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Blowing on it just like a flute
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And now
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Before we blind y'all
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We shine and remind y'all
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Should be gappy
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Always one of a kind y'all
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We constructing a new design y'all
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Better keep up my niggas
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Because you will get left behind y'all
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Let us bust a bottle of wine now
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And celebrate in the name of them niggas
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That control the times now
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Now watch it
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As we just pick up the pace
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You just might a hole in your face
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My crew might take a whole of the space
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Completely
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Obligated just to keeping you dumming
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And get the breaking all the shit up in club
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Once you know that we coming
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My bitches check for this shit
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My live niggas know the truth
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That's why they always got respect for this shit
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[Chorus:]
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
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And resting and stacking they ones with me, Bladow!
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My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow!
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Who run with me, Bladow!
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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My bitches that'll fuck till they cum with me, Bladow!
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Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
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In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
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In a slung with me, Bladow!
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Bust one for me, Bladow!
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Yeah
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To all my niggas and all my bitches
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That just wanna live
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Live good
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Feel good
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Yeah
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Just bounce to this shit
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Come on
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Bounce to this shit
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All my niggas and my bitches
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Just bounce to this shit
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Come on
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Bounce to this shit
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Yeah
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Flipmode constantly
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Enough of that
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Bladow!!
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