Holler out your city if you ride for it
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Let em know why you die for it
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Same reason all these riders get high so it's
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All medicinal now what you wanna buy, homie
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Bye bitch
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Mob shit
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Boss talk
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Game rich
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Name game
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Gang signs
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Work on the phone call it bass line
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Line dance like a ho down
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Pimps up daytime
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Whole block a ghost town
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Ghost ride
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Ghost face
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G's get ghost in a moment
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Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies
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Deadpan voice singing tin pan alley songs
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Panhandling in front of tourists with the camera phones
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Get it how you live
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Or live till you get it
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Get it in
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When the stash low and it's no cash
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Get it in
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And you ridin' no L's no tags
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Get it in
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And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash
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Get it in
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But she got her legs up on the dash
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Show these haters how to go
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Get that work
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Make that work work
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Get that work
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Make that work work
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Get that work
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Make that work work
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Get that work
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Make that work work
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Cocc Pistol
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I get it
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I whip it
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I flip it
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I pocket the profit
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Don't know when to stop it
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They callin' me Griselda the harlot
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My erotic
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Can't walk the hill is enormous
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The arm in the armrest
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Click clack
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These dames is dormant
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I came up from boosting my garments
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Switching my handbags
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How I switching my polish
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Never catch me in the same blouse
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Unless I'm running to target
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Never catch me in a large crowd
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Unless I'm the life of the party
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I been hitting from September to August
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Ahead of my time like lil' old ladies and bonnets
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All I need is a sickle imma reap me a harvest
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The hardest thing I had to do was to make a real promise
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I been countin' money since elementary
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That's why these broke boys ain't gettin' into me
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And when the stash low
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And it ain't no cash flow
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Shit I go to work
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Move it by the boat load
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When the stash low and it's no cash
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Get it in
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And you ridin' no L's no tags
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Get it in
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And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash
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Get it in
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But she got her legs up on the dash
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Show these haters how to go
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Stop
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Red lights in the distance
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You never been to that district they reference
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Drunk full of hashish and mescaline
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Your mind is a mess and this bitch is undressin'
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Mash on the blotter like a G
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Put a bottle to your teeth
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Say fuck it, you're a free man
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Pull over to the side of the street
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Keep your hand to the shotty sitting up under the seat
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Or
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Let the cop pull you over say something slick
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On some Jay Z 99 Problems type shit
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All of the above in your head but
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It really doesn't matter cause you already dead
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No obituaries for the most part
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Nobody cares you're not even a co star
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Just an extra
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They read about it as a number
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Names got money in their wallet
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When the stash low and it's no cash
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Get it in
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And you ridin' no L's no tags
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Get it in
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And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash
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Get it in
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But she got her legs up on the dash
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Show these haters how to go
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Work Work (Feat. Cocc Pistol Cree)
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Clipping. |