(Verse)
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Number 1 hustler, Carrieoger cover
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Still shinin' like a mother fucker
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I got your girl at the crib under covers
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I gave them a Molly, watch them fuck each other
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Every time I fuck I got hit me least like two bitches
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Ass so fat it look like two Nicki's
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I can't fuck with you boo, I'm two picky
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I can't smoke with you, I only do sticky
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Who the fuck tellin' that Thugga was still goin' hard?
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Got your broad at the crib, about to pull a Ménage
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Happy ending, with a massage
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Which double R Imma pull out the garage
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Still on top, can't fuck with my squad
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Ain't talkin' bout reppin' talking about in my yard
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I'mma real nigga still stay 100
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Got it on my own, never ever been fronted
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Everything the boy tryna do I done it
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OG in the game like Birdman Stunna
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Used to be braided up livin' on the north
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Now my G's see me livin' like a boss
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Got a meal with my cars, and a million dollar house
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And I ain't talkin bout my crib man, I'm talkin' bout my spouse
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Can't foul out, still throw with the reppin'
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Can't fall off, it's do dangerous trappin'
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Snitches and the feds already on my head
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I guess that's what I get for all that capin'
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Jackets run up, hell yeah I'm packin'
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Lay they ass down in the motherfuckin' ground
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Imma G real, y'all look like a clown
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Lookin' like BMF when we come through the town
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Hold up
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Danny Glover
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Slim Thug |