Oho, second album I'm stable
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No worries about the paper
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I ain't getting raked, though
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All about this payroll, being me is the label
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Hopping out a fly shit, we ain't carrying what they do
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Here I'm full of bitches, here I'm both glistens
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She wanna orally inherit little niggas
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I'm in a lair in the air with your missus
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It's the trice game, you know we about to bang
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[Hook]
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Og up in this motherfucker, hah
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Obie up in the motherfucker, hah
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We got that heat up in this motherfucker
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Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang
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Got the flame young boy then fired up
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Got them thangs young boy, we about up
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Long as the feds ain't got you niggas wide up
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Cooperation with them people got you tied up
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Literally tied up, rocket in the cup
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We in the club nigga, turning shit up
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I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows
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After that, y'all know what follows, bang
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My niggas giddy up and against the law
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D boys, who give a shit, we got legitimate decoys
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We in this bitch like a fetal position
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Don't like the ...coition,
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When you're piecing the missing
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Know that she in submission
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On her knees in the kitchen
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Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing
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Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine
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When she speak about leaving,
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I might just turn up the system, bang!
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[Hook]
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Og up in this motherfucker, hah
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Obie up in the motherfucker, hah
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We got that heat up in this motherfucker
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Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang
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We ain't worried about money, we getting ours up
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Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up
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With local broads, after hours involves us
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Y'all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left
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The next city, she wanna connect with me
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Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply
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Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit
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That shook girls get naked
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You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it
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Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it
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It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it
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The American dream, get money!
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see us coming, faces turn ugly
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I don't let it bug me, you still my little butted
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Still, niggas turn ill
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Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang!
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[Hook]
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Og up in this motherfucker, hah
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Obie up in the motherfucker, hah
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We got that heat up in this motherfucker
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Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang.
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Bang
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Obie Trice |