(Intro)
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J¡¦
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Yall ready?
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Stevie J
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Appreciation
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Volume 6
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Ha ha turn up
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(Hook)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Splat my legs, yall niggas be here stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m drinkin
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(I¡¯m on that good syrup)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Then why my legs, yall niggas leave you stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the nigga drinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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(Verse)
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Jury in em, cannin these niggas
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Who style straight up killin you niggas?
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Red bottom, Balenciaga
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Ball maine like I gotta ball ahead
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Nigga Michael Jordan
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Come and fly with me, I¡¯m on a private jet
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Come and smoke with me, I smoke a pound of ses
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Bitch game nigga, I can get you out a lot of day
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I big face chicks like I hit the drugs at lottery
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Like I hit the jackpot too
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And these bitches coming by the threes
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I¡¯m at the royal part with all the ice
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Build 100 thousand on some dykes
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(Who the fuck? I¡¯m Stevie J)
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(Hook)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Splat my legs, yall niggas be here stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m drinkin
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(I¡¯m on that good syrup)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Then why my legs, yall niggas leave you stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the nigga drinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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(Verse)
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I done washed my hands with a lot of moola
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Choppers in the night nigga, Freddy Krueger
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(Stevie J!)
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You scared
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A million dollars¡¯ worth of presidents and they dead
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Mohamed Ali, nigga Cassius Clay (fast money)
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He can fuck with dope like anime
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Beat the dope to the door, smoke whip
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4-5th hanging off a nigga hip
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Spit 80000 bands sets too
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20 books from my hand on the shoes
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Spin your top nigga, put you on the news
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Spend 230000 on a coupe
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(Stevie J!)
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(Hook)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Splat my legs, yall niggas be here stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m drinkin
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(I¡¯m on that good syrup)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Then why my legs, yall niggas leave you stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the nigga drinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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(Verse)
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Driving under the influence of Benjamins
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Ski mask over my face, I¡¯m a business man
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16 ounces of raw codeine
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Swapped out fire M¡¯s rewarded
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(Who the fuck is Stevie J?)
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Then maybe you¡¯ll understand we¡¯ll go on behind the scenes
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I¡¯m rockin my gold, Audemarin that bitch a bling
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You watchin my watches, not even know what my shit costin
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Most of these niggas fakin for gazin and they flossin
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Leasin me cars, bringin you juice, save your bosses
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Tired of records, tired at houses and my office
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On the don, my brother, my la familia, I¡¯mma off you
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Rich nigga shit, I¡¯m turning down a million dollar offer
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(Hook)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Splat my legs, yall niggas be here stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m drinkin
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(I¡¯m on that good syrup)
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I got an appetite for Franklin
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Then why my legs, yall niggas leave you stankin
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I don¡¯t know what the nigga drinkin
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I don¡¯t know what the fuck I¡¯m thinkin
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(Outro)
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Appreciation
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Volume 6
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Apetite
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