Yeahhh
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Get down or get moved
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No matter who you are boy
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[Verse 1:]
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Things don't matter, when your shit splatter
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Cut the chit chatter, bitch niggas scatter
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Get up off that corner, if it don't be on ya
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Loved one's I'll mourn ya, after you get hit
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And that's it, yeah
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[Chorus:]
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Another day another dollar
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With my chronic marijuana
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Who I'm gon screw next
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Another day another death
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And I done lost a fair share
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Ain't too many real left
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Nigga this ain't part time
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I do it till the death
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And I'm doing it the best
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While manuevering that s
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Nigga this it ain't part time
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We do it till it's done
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And it's s.o.d. when I'm on d son
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[Verse 2:]
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Od motherfucking I ain't blink all day, gutter
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These niggas sweeter than the pink rozay
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Mink gold 2k I'm Cuban mink all grey
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Louie belt shiny trey with my mink on hey
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Bright diamond how I'm shining so the girls want play
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Knock the lining off vagina she'll be sore all day
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Perfect timing when I'm rhyming I'm your boy don't play
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I'm with sadam with the radan spent the 4 ok
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Yeah, once for the you know what
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I'm a beat makers dream yea I chew those up
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Whack a blue nose, I screw hoes, my shoes roll up
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22 lows, from euro's, I pulled last month
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Ain't 1 thing I don't understand that's how ya roll with a man at the same time oweing a man
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Shoot to the top, I'm knowing I can, I'm knowing you seen
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I know who you been, I'm a machine
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Uh, millionaire glare through my cartiers
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(The plk) tony yay and Ferrari yeah
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You got your hood tatted on you and hardly there
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I'm in and out the mix move like I gotta orange stare
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Me I'm exactly why these niggas are happy
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I turn a g to an athlete, kirsty, joan, and Jackie
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You don't like me nigga clap me
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But don't miss cause that be, your happening
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We passing on ya stomach in the backseat
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I don't trust a soul, and motherfuckers know
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And I rep till I go, let the kush burn slow
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I get it by the o get it get it by the o
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No, not an o add on 7 more
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And I can't blame it all on queens it's in my genes
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The stink I let in my 16's I'll get the cream
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I'm clean, nigga fool them don't fool yourself
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You'sa elf and more than half of y'all can use some help
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 4:]
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My styles worth a 100 stacks, times a 100 stacks
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Shit revolves look how I'm coming back
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Strong as a lumberjack
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Another day another gun to pack
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Drops back to back till the summer rap
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Nigga swag jacking what's up with that
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Me and you ain't the same I don't cuff a rat
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I'm the one, 2 27 30 que boy forever hungry
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Nothing like new m, m money
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S.O.D
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Lloyd Banks |