[Intro - Sole']
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Sole', never saw me comin', uh
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My brigade, some bad bitches
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1 - [Sole' & Bobbi]
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If ya get doped with bezels
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Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes
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You spit flows, your click roll
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And ride with Lorenzo's, say
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
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[Sole']
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Ugh, got these niggas by the balls
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See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
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Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
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Mothafucka, I'm about to roar
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Spittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of Dom, wha
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These mothafuckas can't see me
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You mothafuckas can't be me
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These mothafuckas can't read me
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You mothafuckas, you need me
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Followin' with that Who Dat, it's true dat
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Rip shit like a true bitch, you knew that
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Call to my girls, we gon' do that
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Any bitch that's havin' a clue that
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9-9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes
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Line, line, hang it up, here comes
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Mine's mine
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[Miss Toi]
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Wanna get paper due
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Chicks mistake the doo when I sway through
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Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case
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So I be mucho Luciano, true low
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You know B-O be in Montigo Bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics
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Eatin' good, what's for lunch?
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Crab licked, and lobsters
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Runnin' with many cats, Sole' (probably blazed out)
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Get that cheddar, nothin' better
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Y'all keep talkin', yeah whatever
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Keep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen
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[Bobbi]
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I'm fittin' to cake now
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Check it out, break down
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All ya dogs, startin' to act fake now
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First album dropped, but ya ain't nuttin'
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Bar slangin' for the take-down
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Oh, you wanna hate now?
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Shut me down? Fuck y'all clowns
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At y'all now, bust em down
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Sole' evil, Bobbi Boss platinum bound
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[Miss Toi]
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You irritating hoes don't stress me
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And try to cop a fit, listen to my shit
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And trick split when you show these suckas you ain't havin' it
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Max to this, quit your dis, this a new chick, you familiar with
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It's frequently comin' from this sis Miss Bitch
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That's what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me
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Oh they ain't scared to ride for me
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All my niggas will die for me
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I place these niggas inside of me
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So raise your hand real high for me
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Don't let no pussy slide with me
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Oh, you think you gon' roll with me?
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Just any ol' nigga can't roll with me
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Wanna see your niggas ??
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Don't need no monkeys sworin' me, huh
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You feel the pain, pain?
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We droppin' game, game
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You'll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic
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Comin' real real tight tight, ah-ight?
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[Sole']
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Ugh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this?
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These niggas wanna taste the best of licks
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The led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit
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See, I'm that "niggas wanna eat me on my period" bitch
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I'm serious bitch
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That stray ho gettin' curious, bitch
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Got kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this
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This Pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit
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I'm Iy Yi Yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit
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Got veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my clit
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See, Tricky shine on this shit
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Got nothin' but dimes in my click
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And 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit
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Think you come hard, come with it
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Then hear me ballin', forget it
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Don't put the mic down and quit
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Then ain't no bitch can fuck with it!!!
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
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Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
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We off the chain nigga
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We runnin' game nigga
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You wanna bang nigga
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It ain't no thang nigga
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We off the chain nigga
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We runnin' game nigga
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You wanna bang nigga
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It ain't no thang nigga
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Ah-ight?!
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Iy Yi Yi
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| Sole |
