[Verse 1]
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I ain’t hit that pussy in a minute
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But bitch, I’m right back in it, and I’m…
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Thuggin’, fuck that flavored vodka, I’m smokin’ somethin’
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Hopped out my ‘Lac in the ‘jects and I left my motor runnin’
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My ghetto valley, my geeker, he keep my stash spotless
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And I hid my work in my speakers, I know the task watching
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Bitch, I’ll put the town to rest, drop a hundred pounds and jet
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They could be pimpin’ this pimp
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But yo, I’m still ducking them alphabets
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FBI, DEA, stay on my D-I-C-K
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Probably gon’ die a dealer, nigga been hustlin’ dope since ’98
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Banged in a gang since ’95, these rappin’-ass niggas ain’t no riders
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All we worship is them dollars, dollars where I reside, yeah…
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[Hook]
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I’m just rollin’ ? really good weed I’m blowin’
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With my music holdin’, make a nigga feel like flowin’
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When you stop feelin’ the cold wind ? fifteen minutes of showbiz
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And I ain’t trippin’ ‘bout where my hoe is
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Bitches gon’ keep bitchin’ and these hoes they gon’ to roll the ‘dro up
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[Verse 2]
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Pocket full of money and I still feel broke
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Syrup in my Sprite, my niggas still sell coke
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I poured my heart in a song, but in this letter I wrote
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I used discretion and codes, never say never but you never know
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Down, bad, blowin’ good, smoke an ounce a session
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Used to stretch ? just hired an accountant
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to help me count my blessings
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Still hate it when a weak man stop me and leave me stressin’
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I be like “give me a second” just like a reelection
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Dude smoke that presidential, my bitch fucked, livin’ to do
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Chop up this pimpin’ with her, and as you can guess, she gets screwed
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Can’t kick it like I kick it, like your shoelaces missing
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Probably Harvey Dent’s mistress you two-faced bitches
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Dance back of that ’93 ? double cups of that Henry Wade
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Vogues rap my 84s, butter seats on my vertebrae
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Candy paint on my doors, bitch ? wood wheel what I hold, bitch
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Shotgun my new boo, but your new boo is my old bitch
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Day-Day on my cold wrist, that’s Time’s Square on my arm, hoe
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Yellow stones, I talk money, my teeth shine when I yawn, hoe
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Y’all broke niggas so boring, bro ? fly niggas stay soarin’, hoe
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Leanin’ good on that Purple Rain, my cup empty, I’m pourin’ more
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It’s just a Texas thang ? ball like them Jacksons, mane
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Flosser, I run it ? like floss or boss-up, you understand?
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Still in it, pitchin’ underhand
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But I got the upper, I’m paper touchin’ them fuckin’ bands
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4]
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Come heat the alp’ with me ? candy-coated, yeah that’s loud, pretty
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The shit I’m smokin’ got me so high I could tail Piggy
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Gun cocked, my trunk knock, I jump out
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Wetter than a jumpshot, true clique alumni
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Well not actually, I’m a little too young, but I’m ‘posed to have been it
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Askin’ me? You ever heard of Big D? Well, I’m the ghost of him
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My rap’s elite, pull over, crash the beat like drivin’ on coke and Hen
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I’m stackin’ cheese, no limit like Master P, slow motion like Soulja Slim
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Gotta get it ‘cause we itchin’
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Rappin’ in a language, only trill can comprehend it
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Violate us, guns we liftin’, young nigga out here beastin’
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…‘bout to bring my corner back like real reefers, what’s up?
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[Hook]
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Rollin
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| Freddie Gibbs |
