(Intro)
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You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
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You know what I’m saying?
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(Hook)
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Slang a bunch of narcotics
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Pull up in the new ‘rarri
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Living like John Gotti
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Chopping bricks like karate
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Drink a bunch of codeine
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Serving to the dope fiends
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Blowing money, stay clean
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Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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(Verse 1: Future)
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Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
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Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
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Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
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Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
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Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
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Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
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You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
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I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
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50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
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Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
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Keep a young nigga workin’ gotta buss a cape
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I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
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(Hook)
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Slang a bunch of narcotics
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Pull up in the new ‘rarri
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Living like John Gotti
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Chopping bricks like karate
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Drink a bunch of codeine
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Serving to the dope fiends
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Blowing money, stay clean
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Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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(Verse 2: Future)
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Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
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Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
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Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
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I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
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In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
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Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
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Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80′s
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We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
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Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
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Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
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Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
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I can get 36 for a clean shirt
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(Hook)
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Slang a bunch of narcotics
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Pull up in the new ‘rarri
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Living like John Gotti
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Chopping bricks like karate
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Drink a bunch of codeine
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Serving to the dope fiends
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Blowing money, stay clean
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Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)
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Pop a lot of pain pills
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Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
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Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till
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Yeah….
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Two cell phones ringin’ at the same time
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That’s your ho, callin’ from two different phones
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Tell that bitch “leave me the fuck alone!”
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See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
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I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
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I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
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Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle
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And these hoes say I’m blind,
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Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind
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Man I just received a package
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Them other niggas taxin’
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And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions
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And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
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And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin’
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Cut him off like karate!
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(Hook)
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Slang a bunch of narcotics
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Pull up in the new ‘rarri
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Living like John Gotti
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Chopping bricks like karate
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Drink a bunch of codeine
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Serving to the dope fiends
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Blowing money, stay clean
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Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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Karate Chop (Remix)
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| Birdman |
