Soon as I pull up out the drive way
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With a bad bitch standin bout 5'8
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Around my way
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Where I stay
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Nigga I rate
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Cause I skate
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Like Stevie Williams
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Tryna reach a million
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Niggas showin love when I leave the building
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Sold out shows at east pavillion
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Probably with your bitch if shes appealin
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My car in the house, why I need the ceilin?
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If she at the crib, then he is drillin
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Run up on me then the heat is spillin
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Why you mad nigga you can barley feed your children
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If that's your girl why is she revealin
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Her deeper feelins
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By be and stealin?
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This dick in her
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Then fix dinner
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Id put my log in
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But I don't hit inner?
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What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big spender
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Pussy nigga, you should go and switch genders
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You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I need 3 scales
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Tell ya what I go and get detail?
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Then hit Houston's I eat well
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But I gotta ride with the 45,
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They don't like me and I don't know why...
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me...
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They lookin,
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Police think they cookin
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I sell it but I shouldn't
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If I was rich, trust me I wouldn't
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I'm not a women beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin
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Sold a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin
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If I see em then I'm bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn
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Found some powder and some Kush'n
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And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge
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For cowards that's woofin?
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If they paid me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn't
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I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin'
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I sold it for the five even though they said I couldn't
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They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not cause I rap a lot
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I see that I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a block?
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Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to have to hop
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My partners like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
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They try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out
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And when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why?
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me...
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Suckers hate so they screw face
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I'm high to def, no blue ray
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I'm shy as hell no lupe
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I'm bobby cox, I'm two brave
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Ride around in my new shades
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Clock two tres, for my crusade
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All my bullets fly with tips, just like T, I do clay
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I'm on the way to the UK
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Niggas do say I'm the new Jay
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I'm so polished, low mileage
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I'm a Freshman, but I don't go to college
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And I don't own a stylus
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I was on the violet
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When I'm on the pilot
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Like a DVD, when I feed the streets
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My songs is burnin like Eazy-E,
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Now you mad cause your girl wanna be with me
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And you know I'm a bang her like a Jeezy beat
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I can see you hatin, you don't need to speak
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You can have her back, I don't the freak
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Before a little nigga even get a chance to reach his peak
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
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Them haters lookin at me...
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They lookin...
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Sideways
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CyHi Da Prynce |