(Hook)
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Gimme your adress and I'll send 'em to ya home
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Touchdown, back, make it nice home
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Bust a bell down, grab a scale, get 'em done
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I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone
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Karl Malone
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I'm the middle man, but you can call me Karl Malone
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(Verse)
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I got that mill on Fed-Ex,
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Goalers learn to flex
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Hugh was playn five, so I hit him with the tech
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These discipols on my neck
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Me and Keiffer the vet
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Got a bitch on my dick
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She say that pussy stay wet
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I done fought up a check
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Y'all tried to get it back
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In the package can, bitch, how you knew that?
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I be hustling like a motherfucker
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Get that guy down!
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Finish Corleone with this money on my mind
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All my life was crime, pistol ball, tears and rubber
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need no motherfucking thang, I can do this in the shower
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Dayum, now they calling me the middle man
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Big, getting bills through the Z
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From the mailman
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(Hook)
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(Verse)
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I'm doing my touchdown on this, aw, killer
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I get 'em for a good number, I'm bout to kill 'em
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Can you leave? No, lil' nigga, you may not
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Cool? We ain't that cool, nigga, we're not
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Getting cash, now I got the same treasure Dre got
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My whole team eat, i can't eat if they not
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We make so much money, send the cush from San Francisco
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Those people call us presidential, the Baywatch
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Shout out to UPS that got me all of my cues
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I don't cite for nothing, I let them ride on my stuge
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I ain't even got no licence
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I ain't driving my cool
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I got the work, motherfucker, I ain't coming to you
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(Hook)
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Karl Malone
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Doughboyz Cashout |