| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| And look at my chain, my watch and my ear
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| My engine in the rear, because it’s my year
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| Just look at my chain, my watch and my ear
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| And look at my gear, and look at my gear
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| My engine in the rear, because it’s my year
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| And look at my chain, my watch and my ear
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| My engine in the rear, because it’s my year
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| I do it on the strength, how I be the pimp
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| It’s my year, it’s my year
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| My engine in the rear, Drumma Boy
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| It’s my year
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| It’s me, not you
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| I don’t want you no mo'
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| I swear, I don’t care
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| I’m turnt up, I’m burnt up
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| And turned out, and you’re not
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| And I am, the Gucci Mane
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| Don’t get it be like damn, stop
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| They know who I am, hot
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| I’m icy as a fool
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| I know, I know, very well, very well
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| I made, this well, uh-huh
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| And I know A-T-L, very well
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| I make mail, fuck 12
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| Go to Hell, A-T-L
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| I know them well
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| Play-errrrr
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| Bottle drunk I don’t sailor
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| And I’m, tailored
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| But I keep tippin waiters
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| Youse a, hater
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| And you should get some paper
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| I got, flavor
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| Big house no neighbors
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| I’m so, papered
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| I drop wax on scraper
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| I’m a, baker
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| And I’m bakin up cake-r
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| I’m a, player
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| Bottle drunk I don’t sailor
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| And I stay, tailored
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| And I keep tippin waiters |