I done came up, really though?
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Like a business you know bitch all the way he goes
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Only rock with real niggers yeah they know it's hood
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When she fuck with me cause she know that I fuck her good
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What you say?
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Free my dawgs off the fucking cell
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You see we fly we some temp trail
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I put that hammer to yo fucking nails
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Make me pull that trigger like a root canal
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Bitch you know I'm bout that dick can't see me any times that
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Shorty got that her pack
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Bout to eat that coochi like out
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Chucky keep them 3 hoes
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Call me Chuck the only
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Put the fucking chopper to his mouth
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Sing the soundtrack
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Take all this dick'em down
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I give 2 shit who they going
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I don't really fuck with you niggers
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That's me on my Oprah shit
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Just hold out yo first show
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Uh wait they finally notice it
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Please excuse my ways such as me
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As from my no shit
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Wake up in the morning
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Money steady calling
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Chasing out the paper
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Ain't got no time to try exhausted
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Running like a posy
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Can't help if the pussy smell like profit
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Fresh to death I walk in coffin
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Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
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And I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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Talk that shit, walk that shit nigger
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I pop up fuck shit up like a glitch nigger
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I'm surrounded by the feds all these niggers cuffing
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She say I wanna make you cum
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I ain't really worried bout nothing
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Seen her out took her through the house, put her on the couch
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Dick and mouse spit up on the temp
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Cause you know shit on the drought
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What this about? What is this about?
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You ain't got no clown mad at me?
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You a grown ass man, why the fuck you talk
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Sticking to the script
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And I know every line
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Now they wanna fuck with me
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Tell'em boys keep trying
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I laid down in the pussy
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But I ain't know to ever climb
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Damn!
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Wake up in the morning
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Money steady calling
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Chasing out the paper
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Ain't got no time to try exhausted
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Running like a posy
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Can't help if the pussy smell like profit
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Fresh to death I walk in coffin
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Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
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And I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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I got the bitch kicking it with a mech
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You making it lie in gang fields with young temper
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But my'smoking Rosalinda
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And I blow, barred up I love a bartender
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So many drugs Imma blend in
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Get that red beam all you had bitch
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Stupid ass gonna surrender
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Like smoke and fuck that's the only thing on my agenda
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And I just poured me a vodka
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I will never ever remember
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My niggers in they kitchen
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Keep that white gills ass splendid
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If that pussy good I attend her
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'I spend'em
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When that money call Imma spend'em
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Get that pussy up Earl Spencer
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Wake up in the morning
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Money steady calling
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Chasing out the paper
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Ain't got no time to try exhausted
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Running like a posy
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Can't help if the pussy smell like profit
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Fresh to death I walk in coffin
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Got to get every dime I walk in stuntin
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And I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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I want it you got it
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You got it
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Don't make me'
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I Want It
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| Lil Chuckee |
