I just left the New United States, embassy
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Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
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I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4
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Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati
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Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
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That's what the extensive for
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I'mma tell you never be with them
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Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you
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Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby
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Yo
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Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
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My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
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Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks
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I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
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On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
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300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
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False floors for firearms is how you should ride
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Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
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My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
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Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
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Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
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Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
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Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
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Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
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Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
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Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
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Tell me it's real
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Tell me this is real, baby
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How does it feel?
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How does it feel?
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[?] Liberace on riches and bitch
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Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
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Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
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My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle
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Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
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Made a killing on my [?] every shooter
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My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
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Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
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Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
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Letting young boys *brrrrat* on 'em
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Facts, never find me with the fake look
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Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
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Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
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You cheating on me, hitting homie, nigga, Facebook
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She hitting on me than a motherfucking Facebook
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Tell me it's real, I wanna know
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How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
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Clean-made diaper, you filthy as shit
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They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
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From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
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It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
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Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
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He never told and he never used the telephone
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He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
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In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
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You wanna know how does it feel
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I know, I bet it must feel so real
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Tell me it's real, I wanna know
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How does it feel to be so real=
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You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas
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One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches
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I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
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I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag
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You underdig that
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Supreme
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