| Dat Boy Cassius
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| Nonstop
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks
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| Got so many cars, I’m like, «What I need that Benz for?» |
| (Yeah)
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| Got so much money, I’m like, «What I’m gon' pretend for?» |
| (Yeah)
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| Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
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| And you know I’m kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)
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| Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
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| Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
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| Yeah, gold, all on my grill
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| Yeah, gold, all on my chest
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| Yeah, I’m a misfit, dipshit, fish sticks, six whips
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| Times two, I’m cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
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| Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
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| Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
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| Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
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| Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
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| Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
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| Mind on me (No), so don’t worry 'bout mine
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| I smoke and get vibes
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| Look at my eye (Yeah), I can’t decide how to describe
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| Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks
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| Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
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| I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy-five, lil' bitch, I want me a
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| quarterback
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| I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
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| I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
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| She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
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| Don’t fuck with Goofy niggas, that’s Disney
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| Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
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| Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin'
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| You gon' need 4 pair Cartier’s to see my vision
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| Ok, deliverin' a dealership
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| Go so much, need a membership
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| My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
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| And I’m signin' off, no penmanship, yeah
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks
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| I hop on the beat
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| Her body on fleek
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| My pockets obese
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| My partner gon' eat
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| My partner a G
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| We straight out the street
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| Home of the Braves
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| Land of the freaks |