| This is a G call
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| These niggas ain’t built like that
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| This is a G call
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| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer
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| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer
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| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up
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| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t gangster)
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t a murderer)
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| You ain’t built like that
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| Tired of hearing niggas say they’re doing it big
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| But they ain’t big enough to take care of their kids
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| He be on the internet shooting a vid
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| Couldn’t even help his baby moms move in the crib
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| Everybody swiping all over the world
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| But when I was growing up, that was a hustle for girls
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| I ain’t hiding, I’m riding, I ain’t running, I’m going
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| I ain’t ducking, I’m bucking, homie, get shot in your stomach
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| Dickriding without a helmet ain’t safe
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| So all you dickriding niggas, helmet over your face
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| Smack the taste out of your mouth with the nose of them eights
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| Bang the hammer like the judge when he closing the case
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| When they hear the shit bumping, they say, «who is that?»
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| Tell them corny ass niggas Papoose is back
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| I’ma keep it G real, cuz, you been wack
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| Keep selling that garbage, I’ma move this crack
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| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer
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| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer
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| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up
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| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t gangster)
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t a murderer)
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| You ain’t built like that
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| Tell you hurry up when it’s time for thugging in the streets
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| But take their time when they got a plug for you to eat
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| My respect level for these suckers is the least
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| Throw you with the opportunity but rush you when it’s beef
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| You’s a dishwasher, cocksucker, I’m a beast
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| I don’t wash dishes, I just dump them in the sink
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| Make a long story short cause my summary is deep
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| My loyalty is powerful, your fuckery is weak
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| If you know he a snitch and you running with the creep
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| You a rat, you’re only as good as the company you keep
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| Innocent 'til proven guilty, alive 'til they kill me
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| I’ma keep doing them dirty until they’re filthy
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| A cow when it comes to the beef, they never milk me
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| Body your mother, face firing, he shouldn’t have grilled me
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| You don’t understand my ways, you don’t feel me
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| That’s cause you’re not built like that, this how they built me
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| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer
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| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer
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| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up
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| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t gangster)
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| You ain’t built like that
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| (You ain’t a murderer)
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| You ain’t built like that |