| Gas bag shawty, yeah, I gotta fly to the Bay
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| Knock the meat out your rib, I got tape on the K
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| She a goddess of the trap, angel white like the yay (Angel)
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| She so motherfuckin' thick, you let her know where you stay (Woo)
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| Like a cartoon, lil' bitch took a pie to the face
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| Ice Cube, cold game, it’s one hell of a day
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| She got a real pretty face, you like, «Where is her waist?» |
| (Where?)
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| Took that bitch to the place and she like, «Where is the safe?» |
| (Huh?)
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| Looking in my pockets, it’s filled with blue hundreds (Blue)
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| Don’t nothing move me but the goddamn money
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| Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear (Run)
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| The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (Yeah)
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| Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (Skrrt)
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| Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (Nah)
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| Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', «Help, help» (Help)
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| Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (Belt)
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| Gambling with the trap god, better not welch (Welch)
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| He brought it on his own self, he caused his own death (Graow) |
| Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep (Huh?)
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| Uphill battle, runnin' up some steep steps (Wop)
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| Ballers on the right (Right), haters on the left (Left)
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| Money make these bitches can’t keep they hands to they self (Well, damn)
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| Way this money comin' in, shit, I’ma need some help (Help)
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| East Atlanta Santa and y’all all Santa elves (Ho)
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| Buckin', used to pull it, nigga, I was just 12 (Huh?)
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| You still ain’t got no straightening, nigga, you just took an L (Sack)
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| If I do a feature, it’s gon' cost like fifty bales (Fifty)
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| I need an endorsement, I’m the poster boy for scales (Skrrt)
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| Took a million risks, I took the train, I took the mail
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| Most you niggas shell, I sell water to a whale (Shell)
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| Tried to break me in the cell, I’m too strong, I still prevail
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| Smoke one for Aaliyah, nigga, turn this up a lil' (Wop)
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| Looking in my pockets, it’s filled with blue hundreds (Blue)
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| Don’t nothing move me but the goddamn money
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| Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear (Run)
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| The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (Yeah) |
| Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (Skrrt)
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| Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (Nah)
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| Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', «Help, help» (Help)
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| Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (Belt) |