Well, I'm blowin' kush, endorsin' it
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For those that ain't as fortunate
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I work my fork, I work my wrist
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Got babies like the orphanage
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I cabbage like a Cabbage Patch
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Got collard greens and turtles, bitch
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I turn them in the turnin' lane
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I'm always in a foreign whip
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My trap boomin' like Bloomingdale's
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Alone like the Ricks
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Got bank like Lloyd, Yayo, like Tony
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But won't give you 50 Cent
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Red rubies on my Rolex bezel
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It look like I slit my wrist
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White diamonds like I'm Liberace
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Bitch, come here and kiss my fist
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I use Cristal for Listerine
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I brush my teeth with pure codeine
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I wash my face with bottled water
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Drink champagne straight out the bottle
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All my whips got superchargers
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All my hoes are supermodels
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He go hard but I go harder
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He faker than Harry Potter
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He try to turn up with two hundred ones
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He's makin' me laugh
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I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
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I don't fuck with no glass
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I don't fuck with no glass
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So many gualas in my pants, nigga
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It's makin' me sad
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And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
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Top in the trash
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So much money in my safe
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I don't think that I can close it
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So much money in my jeans
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I don't think that I can tote it
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Had a good day
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And then I went and bought a Roley
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Shorty brain me so crazy
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Had to tell the girl to hold it
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Got a college girl
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Girl, just spoken words
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She think that she a poet
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When I smash the girl, just spoken words
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I have to keep her focused
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About to put me out the buildin'
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Cause I got to know the neighbors
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Say I'm smokin' loud and they complainin'
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About the noise of fragrance
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Think I'm going through a phase
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Cause my verses are amazing
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Think I'm walkin' through a maze
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When I'm walkin' through the station
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Drawin' pictures with my words
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While these other niggaz tracin'
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Walkin' back and forth pacin'
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Like my girl gonna have a baby
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He try to turn up with two hundred ones
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He's makin' me laugh
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I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
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I don't fuck with no glass
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I don't fuck with no glass
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So many gualas in my pants, nigga
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It's makin' me sad
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And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
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Top in the trash
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When I pull up to the lot, aye
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All the hoes gonna drop, aye
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They look at his watch, aye
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Like look at his car
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Look at his rings and chains
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Look at his his bling bling, aye
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That nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the scene
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Make bitches scream and faint, aye
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I just poured me up a pint, of that purple
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I don't like red
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You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye
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Red white chalk, some niggaz in the red with black holes
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Countin' so much damn cream, hurt my damn thumb
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I was tryin' to fuckin' eat, bit my damn tongue
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He try to turn up with two hundred ones
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He's makin' me laugh
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I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
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I don't fuck with no glass
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I don't fuck with no glass
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So many gualas in my pants, nigga
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It's makin' me sad
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And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
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Top in the trash the trash
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Top In The Trash
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Gucci Mane |