| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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| Ayy, yo, turn that-turn that-turn that shit up in my headphones
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| (Let the band play)
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| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue
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| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you
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| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
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| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)
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| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
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| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)
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| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go
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| And you know I’m backin' out the front
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| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk
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| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)
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| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns
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| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one
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| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah
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| These hoes say that I’m the bomb, these niggas is bums
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| Yeah, I came up from a crumb
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| Yeah, I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I’m a Don (Yeah)
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| These niggas ain’t did what I done (Uh-uh)
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| I done paid dope in my lungs, sticks and them drums
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| Yeah, I got guns like Saddam
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| I did ten hours, made bond, bitch, I’m the one
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| Gettin' this cash by the ton
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| I put some ice on my mom, yeah, bitch, I’m a son of a gun
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| Yeah, I shot hot as the sun, diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
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| Bitch, I get high as a drum, smokin' exotic, recordin' this song
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| And I just got off the phone, my bitch keep beggin' me to come home (Okay)
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| But I can’t 'cause I’m makin' this plate
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| Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate
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| Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I come a long way
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| I remember them days we was shootin' on the crate
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| Yeah, if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, get your mouth fixed
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| My gang got everything that yours ain’t
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| Hoppin' out the duty truck, that’s the paper route tank
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| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue
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| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you
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| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
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| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)
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| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
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| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)
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| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go
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| And you know I’m backin' out the front
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| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk
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| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)
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| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns
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| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one
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| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah
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| Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten
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| My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah)
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| Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shot when I land (Shot)
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| I already came with a bag (Bag)
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| Most of you rap niggas whack, no disrespect (Uh-uh)
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| I’m speaking' nothin' but facts (Facts)
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| Yeah, I’m ballin' hard, wanna bet? |
| (Bet) I got the check (Check)
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| Hit a home run, broke the bat (Yeah)
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| Outta here, bitch, my ear solitaire (Yeah)
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| Just let me hold like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah)
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| Glock, he’s a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah)
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| Hood rich nigga in designer gear (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I hopped out the car, it’s a Hot Wheel (Yeah)
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| Bitch, I pop opps, I don’t pop pills (Yeah)
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| My drop camouflaged but my ice real (Yeah)
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| They be like, «Glock, how this shit feel?"(Huh?)
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| Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue
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| Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you
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| Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
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| Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)
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| Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
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| Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)
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| Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go
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| And you know I’m backin' out the front
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| Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk
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| I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)
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| Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns
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| Yeah, and my wrist so one of one
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| They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah |