Hey yo, this song is dedicated to all y'all niggas
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Who get fly when you hit the club
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I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
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Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
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All suits from the tailor, I killed it
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
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I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
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Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
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All suits from the tailor, I killed it
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
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I pulled up to the club looking for some electricity
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I plug in the wow, bitch, I ball, quit you bitching me
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I fix, stitch with some red leather shit
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With a black accent, oh my god, I represent
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'we got weed, we got lean
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Hit the club on them dubs with no scrubs, I'm too clean
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With a bitch from Barbados ripe like tomatoes
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Thick like potatoes, represent the a hoes
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Me and Young Gotti, yeah, we just ball for it
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Stomping that note by the knee, nobody
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Jumped in that purple, 9 11 and I peeled them
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And ain't nobody had to say nothing, I killed them
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I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
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Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
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All suits from the tailor, I killed it
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
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I pulled up in that new shit, I killed it
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Know I had my foreign ass bitch, I killed it
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All suits from the tailor, I killed it
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, I killed it
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I Kilt Em
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| Pastor Troy |
