"Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...."
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I got the World in my World in my clutches
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gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches
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Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this
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fly guy, I'm'a die high smokin' my lye
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be on the low, can't find me, why try?
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ends I'm holdin' 'em
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chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em
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sportin' Cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em
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what, done it, cop the Benz Six Hundred
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if I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach
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lustin', ya'll ain't my girl, we only fuckin'
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out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin'
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shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo
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give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.
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Chorus -
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Hey yo, stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit, take ya eyes
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off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in
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the closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects.
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(Repeat)
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Verse 2:
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How you livin'? plenty Limos mansion, Twenty windows
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Menage Trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo
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mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin'
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get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign
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crisp gear on, rapid flip Heron
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yo, to Hell with some Beer, me and my crew share Don
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I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya Wifey
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now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite me
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you gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish
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until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage
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and thats that, publishin' from ASCAP
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my ass rap, but FEDS still flash that.
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Chorus 2X
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Verse 3:
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In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry
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new kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys
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I'm on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani's
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flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes
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street wise, got ties to crime thats organized
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never took no shorts so you oughta recognize
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tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex
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picture Gruff spendin' one night with no sex
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shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread
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be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red
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like a Maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me
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bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me
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stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit
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keep ya eyes off my pocket
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all I wanna do is knock it
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I got a wife just keep it in the closet
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late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...
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Chorus 2X
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Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they
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wanna hold from a nigga, you know? Ain't fuckin' with these
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chicks...these bitches is sour.
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Stop It
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