(Intro)
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I don't care what your girl did like last night nigga
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'Cause when she with me nigga
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Everything is alright nigga
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(Hook)
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They don't do it like this, I make my money free
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So I be dead fresh like they came up out of zip
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They don't do it like this I pull up in some shit
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You niggas need a cab I never see y'all in whips
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They don't do it like this, rollie on my wrist
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My real one too not none of that fake shit
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They don't do it like this, I don't ever trip
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All my hoes bad you better look at my bitch
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(Verse 1)
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And my cool off the shit and
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I sold all my bricks
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These niggas just spit it
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But they don't really live it
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My shoulder got a cheat in
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My neck and my realest
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My eyes real but being real don't mean shit
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The rap game fit it all the fags lane in it
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Lock the doors and feel the shit I kick it
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Nigga nigga John just got 10 he gotta bidding
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I could be just like him, but this my ticket out of the hood
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For you I'm living good
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To me I have my engine and the truck, fuck the hood
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I ain't got no mercy, death to em all
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If I share a certain story too probably it could be poor
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A nigga did what? he should be in jail
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Only God will judge me I hope I won't be in hell
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Burn the blunt burn the house mallet toe tell
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You don't know what that mean but my niggas know well
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(Hook)
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They don't do it like this, I make my money free
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So I be dead fresh like they came up out of zip
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They don't do it like this I pull up in some shit
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You niggas need a cab I never see y'all in whips
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They don't do it like this, rollie on my wrist
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My real one too not none of that fake shit
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They don't do it like this, I don't ever trip
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All my hoes bad you better look at my bitch
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(Verse 2)
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They don't do it like Lito
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Paid 'em for like I'm Rico
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Pluck from the album my bitch from Puerto Rico
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She say papi, a osmio your wrist frio
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I say panache , mommy put you on for my pio
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I do it bigger than Nino
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Pack as big as my ego
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These other niggas cool but they ain't fucking with me no
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And stash money I probably lost that plan Cee Lo
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Lifestyle expansible what we got it for cheat though
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Powder, trapping every hour
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Your bitch get wet every time I'm around her
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Crib full of hoes and my lungs full of sour
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They used to do me dirty now I hit 'em in the shower
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My money louder, you niggas turned down
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I know you heard I'm that nigga now
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And I could tell y'all niggas quite pissed
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Mad 'cause you're out to do it
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(Hook)
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They don't do it like this, I make my money free
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So I be dead fresh like they came up out of zip
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They don't do it like this I pull up in some shit
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You niggas need a cab I never see y'all in whips
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They don't do it like this, rollie on my wrist
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My real one too not none of that fake shit
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They don't do it like this, I don't ever trip
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All my hoes bad you better look at my bitch
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(Verse 3)
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They don't do it like this, these niggas basic
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They just talk about ballin I call 'em skit banish
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I ride no teeth, I know these hoes watching
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Sevin from Brooklyn but I ain't talking Joe Johnson
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I'm in that ball clear, my picture's on the wall
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My seats next to the bench and I don't even ball
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The losers do the losing, my team straight winning
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I run it with the bucks like the homie be jennings
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My clique slicker than rick I'm cooler than the thugs
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Lookin like a road map only tats on my arm
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I pull up with the swag, I fuck 'em with the charm
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Now she chasing after a ray 'cause bitch thinks she wrong
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I riding with the heat 'cause niggas stay willin
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But I'm better with the green like the boy Ray Allen
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Catch on an island with a bitch from the Islands
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And we giving 0 fucks but that swag on the thousands
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King Sevin
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