*featuring Gilly, Juvenile
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[Baby]
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Aight nigga
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Fuck it
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We did it once we gon do it again
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Hot Boy forever bitch
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Lets ride nigga
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[Gilly]
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B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
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Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
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And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
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Let's do it
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[Baby]
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Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
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Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
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Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya
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Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
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Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash
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No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
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See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang
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Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
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Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
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I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
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I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
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I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
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Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
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Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
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I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
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A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown
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[Chorus - Gilly]
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Everybody give me space, back up
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[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
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(Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can
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Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
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Everybody lay down, stay down
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I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round
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There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat)
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Everybody else just back back
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Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin
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Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin
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Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs
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Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs
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But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
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Made niggas lay it down on the floor
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That's when the police came
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The fire engine truck and the ambulance
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Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James
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Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin
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The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
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One in the head damn lil' one dance
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Shake!
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[Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)]
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh)
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Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
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Everybody give me space, back up (look look)
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[Juvenile]
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Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
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Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya
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Look around there's some niggas not with me
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Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50
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UTP you better stand up it's the general
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Bringin back the era of the criminal
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Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
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Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing
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I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero
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It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
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That's fucked up cuz my connect dropped me 5
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I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese
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I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
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I ain't positive I'm a black man
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So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand
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Heh!
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[Chorus - Gilly]
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Always poppin never stoppin
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Glocks cockin, body droppin
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Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Everybody give me space, back up
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Back Up
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Big Tymers |