(I walk the streets alone) It's a priviledge
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(I walk the streets alone)
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Suttin' you can't do baby
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That's another topic, let's give it to 'em
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[Verse 1:]
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Them niggaz need to hit me with my grip
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I want it now, I'm a ride on these bitches till I get it
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I'm comin' down to the studio, we know where ya be, you can hide, but you can't run
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Get that bitch from me, here her man come
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Jealous like a little green monster
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These bitches just flashin' money, Maxi I really want ya
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I just wanna start a lil' familay
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Bitch, what ya talkin' 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and ya mother can't stand me
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Candy, brought her on her birthday
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Fuck is the PD3, niggaz is gettin' thirstay
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Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out
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She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out
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All my niggaz hoodied out, hooded up
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Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough
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Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitchin' man
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Got me duckin' the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn
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[Chorus:]
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Just let me live my life with' you
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(Just let me live my life with' you)
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I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh
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Lil' nigga you just mad I won't write with' you
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Owwww
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You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go
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Owwww
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Picture me rollin'
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[Verse 2:]
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I be speakin' to my brother
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He told me keep the pressure on these niggaz, never trust 'em
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They test you, muthafuck 'em
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Nigga Gida gettin' big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel'...
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Watch them niggaz you with", then he lit up a L
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Gotta give 'em that, Bigga mannin' up, nigga bounced back
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Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back
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See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome
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Momma, she in love with' her grandson
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Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin
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Lookin' like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby
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Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was
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Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz
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Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets
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Nigga don't sleep, runnin' from the police
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O.G. told me, step on niggaz, had to get to the top
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Nigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop
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[Chorus]
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Picture me rollin' baby
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Boss Don Biggavel', oh man
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Shout ot my boy, Yung Los, on the beat
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Musical genius, yeah
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It's Gain Greene baby
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Domain Pain, art of lip singin'
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So wavy, gotta love it, Oww
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Picture Me Rollin
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| Max B |
