This motherfucking D'usse got me sweating and shit
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Word to God
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Hoe, fuck with your boy
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C5
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Ok nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em
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Let 'em get a lil' buzz then we robbing for pollen
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We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minus
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And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
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I swear Lord knows I murk one of these niggas
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Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
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I been did my time, I'm getting better with time
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But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
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I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos
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My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
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Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
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I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
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Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins
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Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
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In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs
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Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns
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Yes, Lord
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We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
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Tina turn up in this bitch
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We got Lauren in this bitch
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Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
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Steph in this bitch
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You dig?
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What's up, Ronie?
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Lego!
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Holly grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
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Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
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The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark, fuck them shellfish
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Everybody in the building, well, I left that bitch like Elvis
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Nigga, please
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Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
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Like hot sauce, I put it on everything
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I'mma give that fucking woman everything, everything
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Here we go, bitch, I'm cool, Coolio
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She say, "Tune, do me slow"
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How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know
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Fuck, who knows?
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I got a redbone with two golds
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And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson
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That bitch gonna need a new nose
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I ain't got time for you, hoes
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Shit, I only have two goals
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And that is get money, get money
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Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
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Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at
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Elvis left the building
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And I take these hoes to Graceland
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And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
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I ain't stunting these niggas
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Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
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Wayne-chong, bitch
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More than one bitch
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This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
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From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit
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You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
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Yeah, I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
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Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
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I might get money, fuck bitches
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Kill niggas and smoke weed
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I'm married to this real shit
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And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves
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Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good
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You better bring that chopper
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'Cause we gonna have them choppers
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Yeah, I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good
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You better bring the choppers
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'Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
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We gonna have them choppers
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We gonna have them choppers
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You better bring the chopper
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'Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah
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We gonna have them choppers
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We gonna have them choppers
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You better bring the chopper
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'Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
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Mula
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My nigga Hood in this bitch
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Still on that D'usse
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Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil' brother
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He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
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Threw up on the owner
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Owner talking about he wanted his money back
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He wanted half of the money back
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Twist took all the money and left
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That's some Young Money shit
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Soo Woo to the B gang
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Rest in peace Cedar Frogg
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