Yeah, yeah!
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Don't mean play with me nigga,
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I play the hell out them killers
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I really win on the mission
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Stood on the by with 'em niggas
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They ain't got none for respect,
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I ain't got none for the check
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That vision where I'm a vet
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I hang this bitch out the bed
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You pussy niggas get wet,
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You pussy niggas get sway
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And while you worry about me niggas
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You pussy niggas get paid.
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I got a black California,
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I drive a bitch when I want
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I spread this bitch in Miami,
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I fuck that bitch when I want
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I got a top outside, is in the back of my ride
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I put that in a whole, I shoot that bitch till I'm tired
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We gangstas we're moving South,
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Respecting nothing but violence.
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I'm killing thanks to my stylist' a moment of silence.
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Pre-chorus:
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Hey! Half a million cars in your driveway
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Just put another quarter million on the highway
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Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you
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And every time I'm still by, you know I'm killing you!
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Hook:
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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Where you're from, you're pussy get head up like every day!
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I got no love for you niggas,
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There ain't no need to be friends
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I get no role for them figures,
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There ain't no need to pretend
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I lost some paper and' my cases
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Say you brought me with fifty, they got mad'
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I'm talking so many birds
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Look like we're having a feast
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I'm talking so many birds
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Fill out the back and'
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.. your left your back to the stow
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And here I rode to my hood,
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Passed out them chopper, get low
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And I fill up with my partner,
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Got us straight to the stow
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And then I rode to my hood,
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Passed out them choppers, go low
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Only what's hating on you... niggas and rappers
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I know two things they ain't,
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It's real niggas and troubles
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I just caught me a rollie, cars and' Maserati
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For being' that bitch sound like a Ducati.
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What's happening?
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Pre-chorus:
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Half a million cars in your driveway
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Just put another quarter million on the highway
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Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you
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And every time I'm still by, you know I'm killing you!
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Let's go!
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Hook:
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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Where you're from, you're pussy get head up like every day!
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Goddamn is... them bitches look like they let us
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Take 1-25, I whip that bitch like it's battle
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They just rap out this shit,
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I shut up and rap out this shit
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Gave me a bag full of wars
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Got me for half of that brick.
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I drop that window and '
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You're just so prick and you're clacking
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You swear it was paparazzi
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The way them bitches was flashing
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Got on them' I'm killing,
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I'm about to cash me a price
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She go upstairs and they're fucking,
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She gonna be catching the lobby
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Although nothing won't kill us
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Although nothing but dealers
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They say nothing but rap,
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Oh I feel none of you niggas.
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I'm talking popping the chopper, nigga, and wiping the'
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I'm talking' I swear you look like a man!
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You know!
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Pre-chorus:
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Half a million cars in your driveway
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Just put another quarter million on the highway
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(Kill 'em!)
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Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you
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And every time I'm still by, you know I'm killing you!
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Let's go!
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Hook:
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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I put the rodeo on and kill them niggas all day
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Foul play, I'm talking foul play
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Where you're from, you're pussy get head up like every day!
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Let's go!
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Half a million cars in your driveway
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Just put another quarter million on the highway
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Got it all in tonight, the bitch is feeling you
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And every time I'm still by, you know I'm killing you!
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Foul Play
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Young Jeezy |