| Louboutins homie, Versace down
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| Everything, t-shirt,, socks
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| I got blood on my shoes, they from murder nigga
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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| Rapstar, hundred bars in my Fendi bag
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| I couldn’t get a check so I bodied away
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| Got a kilo on my neck, 'nother nine on deck
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| Dope boy Troy, what the fuck you expect
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| Whippin' extra, no extra friends
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| Young nigga came in the game with a Benz
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| Shittin' on niggas, shoulda came with Depends
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| Grippin on niggas, I’ma spray em again
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| Boomin' shit, roomin' shit
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| Married to the game, I’m a groom and shit
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| Carrying a K, all full of shit
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| And I’m still Indy like a Hoosier bitch
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| Ballin' out in these Louboutins, I’m like fuck these sneakers
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| They only cost me an ounce of blow
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| When my account is low
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| Put a nigga in your speakers
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
|
| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
|
| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
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| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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| Moving weight, picking up the bag
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| Where the base I could bust their ass
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| Fix a plate, than we cut the cash
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| Eatin' good like succotash
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| Money still iconic shit
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| Bean-town, double up Chubby Chubb the fit
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| So much damn money in these fucking Balmains
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| Now I swear these shit don’t be tryna zip
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| Still got it on lock
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| Still got the streets, still got a Glock
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| Still got my wrist here in the pot
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| Still makin' whip-whip till it rock
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| Drug dealin', dream fulfilling, murder killing
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| Fuck about your feelings
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| Of a drug dealin', dream fulfilling
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| I want from zero to a motherfucking million
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
|
| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
|
| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
|
| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
|
| Motherfuckers wanna act loco
|
| Hit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-four
|
| See, I can’t do promo, can’t do no shows
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| Fuck rap, coke by the boatload |