Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Getting paid, then we smoke
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There are planes everywhere we go
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Heard you niggas is balling, we ain't nothing alike
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Dubs are cracking my palms on them cold nights
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Now it's just champagne on cold ice
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And expensive cars and all the women that we like
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You never have conversation with bad bitches who don't need you
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Give 'em the up all night and they gonna feed you
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Yeah we living fast, but the pay's right
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You ain't ready, you shook, still getting stage freight
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Bout a dollar, twisting that marijuana
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The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala
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Got niggas acting like bitches, bitches realer than niggas
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Pussy that shit ain't new, I been hustling with killers
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Sing so much when that trunk pops
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See them red and blue lights and we don't stop
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Damn, that just what a nigga been through
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What the fuck you want me to do?
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Getting paid, then we smoke
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There are planes everywhere we go
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Popping off that motherfucking
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Getting out that motherfucking
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I got so much motherfucking
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That I don't even motherfucking
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Why you niggas even mad at me?
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I gladly teach you niggas how to rap
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You probably should be mad at the fact
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That you can't stack and you ass-backwards
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And that's when something bad happens
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You be with mad actors, mad slackers
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You mad average
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You niggas looking like mad rappers
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Pulled up in the Porsche, skirred off
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Smoking that murder, illest that you heard of
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Doing shows with my shirt off
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Problems with any of my dogs then they square up
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Hurt of feelings 'cause the dollars I've been getting
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Smoking joints with your women and we all chilling, taylor gang
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Getting paid, then we smoke
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There are planes everywhere we go
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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20 grand in each ear
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Space Jam 11 got three pair
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Weed so strong I don't need clear
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My cuddy's locked up and I ain't seen him in three years
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The world keeps turning and my girls keep working
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Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting
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Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick
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The rims on the whip all chrome on clips
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I'm fly really, I don't try
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Red eyes while cooking pies, who am I? Dice guy
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Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap, I been trapping
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And I ain't never gonna switch up
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I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup
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And if they hit us they gonna leave blood with us
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Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker
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Pardon me for smoking
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
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Getting paid, then we smoke
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There are planes everywhere we go
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
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