[Intro:]
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Yeah, you know who it is, nigga
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Motherfucker see the paper, nigga
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Is that cash deal record shit, nigga
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Real nigga shit nigga
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Haters get fucked up, nigga big boy choppers, yeah!
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My uncle bud drink bullet '
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It would do no drug, bud palls
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Yeah, he be blowing my phone up
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like everyday around lunch hours (hello!)
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Fish scale, I'm a '.
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I'm trapped out in the white teeth
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I'm just coming to the chick in my Lebron Nikes
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Course I spike me, picture my dog, Mike V!
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Boy, I'm in the hood, I scream
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With that coca ice tea, yeah
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Yeah, white doors and blue pits,
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Ice cutting in two bricks
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Your thieves gonna get me down, yeah'
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I'm fucking up my momma parts,
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Running hot my momma spot
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It's fucked up, my momma there
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But fuck that, my momma not!
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I told ya, I hear hoe, yeah
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They're so about what got them shot
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I'm just in my truck and my ' clean on twilight.
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'gonna be caught and Telly should be shot,
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I'm grinding and got no choice to be in this child support.
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'so I went to the club,
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Woke up like yeah, I'm tripping,
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What a fuck I have just done? Hold on!
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Hook:
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Last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
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Everybody start shooting, everybody had to run!
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Bitches started making movies, everybody got some
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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And last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
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Them scales and the trap phone, everybody got one!
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I don't know what I've done, but please Lord, forgive me!
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Woke up with a hangover, no bullets in my'
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Hundred something missed calls, about twenty four buck
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Fifty from my baby mommas, both from what a fuck?
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..calls from Keisha, text messages from Lisa
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Young bitch right beside me,
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I guess she right here when I need her
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OK! Ask the hoe how it happened
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And notice ain't no rap song
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She told me I need to slow
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Here's your scale and your trap phone!
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I told her thanks to me, can't move without no scale
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But why I got half a brick in the indigo hotel?
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My bankroll feel lighter, I spend'
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I'm talking to y'all nine piece, nigga fast money, speed up!
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Niggas rapping that cash ville,
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I'm fucking with it, we're all grinding
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And I don't remember shit, last night either old timers.
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Ball till I die, I guess that make you tragic
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And this perm got me exhaling, Los Angeles'
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Hook:
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Last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
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Everybody start shooting, everybody had to run!
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Bitches started making movies, everybody got some
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
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And last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
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Them scales in the trap phone, everybody got one!
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Ball!
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[Outro:]
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Yeah, these niggas talking all this shit
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Talking about how they're trapping this and that
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I don't see these niggas out here, man
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You feel me?
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We're using flaw scales and shit
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You feel me?
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Scales and everything, that's all!
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Trap phones .. six phones
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We're throwing away phone ear we
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Do you feel me?
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You might wanna see a nigga with one phone at a time
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Ain't no telling, know how we get down
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Do you feel me?
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Everybody Got One
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| Young Buck |
