| I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
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| I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
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| I got a, condo for a baller nigga
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| I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
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| I got a, dick game with a mean hustle
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| I got an, Escalade no you can’t touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga
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| I got a, lil’brother cookin quarters nigga
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| I got a, couple girls who gon’come fuck
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| I gotta, see the money time to come up I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
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| I got a, pump or two, who gon’boost them clothes
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| I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
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| (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
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| I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
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| (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
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| I gots, no love for a punk bitch
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| I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
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| I got a, dildo in this bag baby
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| I got a, lil’somethin for that ass baby
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| I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
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| I got a, headhunter that’ll serve you quick
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| I got a, team of hoes you ain’t seen befo'
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| With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo’sho'
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| I gotta, fuck 'em all just cause I can
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| I got her, much hotter than fuckin her own man
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| The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
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| But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
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| I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob
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| You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars
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| I got a, check in the mail that you couldn’t believe
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| Now I got a Roley for 80 G’s under my sleeve
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| I gotta, let you hoes know who I be So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B’s
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| I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
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| All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo’five seeds
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| I gotta, put it down in a major way
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| I gotta, put y’all down with this game I play
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| I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
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| Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
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| I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
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| I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
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| I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
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| I got a, couple stacks that’ll solve him nigga
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| I gotta… show my nigga love
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| Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo’triggers up Ain’t nuttin in this game is as big as us If it is, you can tell 'em, we don’t give a fuck
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| I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
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| Defended by Johnny Coch’cartel on the block
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| I got a, fifty cal’and I’m waitin in the crowd
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| Ready to get it down when y’all all 50'd out |