(Intro)
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Well, the way you dress, nigga,
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You ain't got to worry about those cats.
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You'll be invisible up in the club (chuckles)
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(Verse)
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I be on some other shit, you be on that lame sucka shit
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That hating ass motherfucker shit, you at your cousin shit
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How you bys always on your ground? When in the mornin'
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I'm the first thought on your mind?!
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Got a king Benz, moffa, all you do is selling the dimes
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All you tellin' is lies, I see in between lines
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I can see in your eyes you a phoney
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Flexin' with a tiny ass chain and a bullshit Rover
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My competition left the niggas sitting on mills
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Not recline without tryn, I been killin'
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Had jewels and cars, nigga, I'm drug dealin'
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You boys looked stressed, see me, I'm just chilling
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You lames I ain't feeling, mystery in your history
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Year after year, what else, nigga, where yo' victory?
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Finally got your first watch and now you talking shit, nigga
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Nigga, please, to me your puppy ass don't exist
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(Hook)
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Boy, you want me to see that new watch you got
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You want me to see the new car you've got
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You want me to know you always on some block
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You want me to know about the holes you pop
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Money don't cover up being a lame
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You pro'ly fool enough, but not us, man
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Er'body know you niggas lame as shit
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We don't see you lame niggas, y'all don't even exist
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(Verse)
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I can see you like you transparent
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Bet you get in that room, bet you get to fucking tellin'
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(Snitch!) Avce boggie, no Ricco,
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In the club with my niggas popping boorico
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Arrr, she a freak, bro
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Bu you down in Amn Morris with a freak hoe
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Freak hoe, what you wanna kill me for?
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Cause I'm old T.V., gotta feed my folks
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You broke and you know it
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Don't Exist
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Doughboyz Cashout |