[Verse 1]
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I still run with them same niggas – still run on that same block
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Still runnin’ from police – still duckin’ them same cops
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Boy, that two-seater, yeah, you know that Coupe mean
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Niggas makin’ them false statements,
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they don’t really know what the truth means
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That’s alright, that’s cool, though, they gon’ learn up
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And you damn right that’s a whole pound, my nigga roll up
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‘Bout shit ? yeah, we be on that boss shit
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Niggas had it, couldn’t handle it, so it’s safe to say that they lost it
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Bossip, aw shit, M-O-B, on that mob shit
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Talkin’ ‘bout who you gon’ rob, bitch?
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I’m fully equipped with this rocket
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Nah’mean? It ain’t even worth it
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Throw my frames on, now that’s picture perfect
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[Hook]
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Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor
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I’m tellin’ them all to come fuck with my niggas
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They single, they want what we do, it’s so different
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Do it so different…
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Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor
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I’m tellin’ them all to come fuck with my niggas
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They say they want what we did, so different
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Do it so different…
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[Verse 2]
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Word ? my niggas like hoes that like hoes
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Arguin’ with that desk bitch
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Like “fuck you mean that my flight closed?”
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Sweat suits, yeah bitch, they’re my flight clothes
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Music playin’ in my iPod, I’m in high mode
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High mode, ultra beast, niggas all on those old gangs
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I was thinkin’ ‘bout how to make a million off cocaine
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That’s hard to do and niggas ain’t gon’ play they role
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Man I should call, a couple niggas told
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Them long night – them cold days
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Them two-way streets ? them one-ways
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That car read a lot of money, nigga, that’s ball park
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And you, you on some, nigga we call that Hallmark
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[Hook]
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Ordinary
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| Chevy Woods |
