| I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
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| Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
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| If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see
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| All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s
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| I’m dark skinned and handsome
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| She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»
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| She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer
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| And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
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| Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga
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| I’m the main one, I can’t run, eyes red like Saint John’s
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| Broke down the work in eight corners, now the like eight farms
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| One king and eight pawns, pull up in 'bout eight foreigns
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| I hit it then run like I got eight warrants, 800K chorus
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| Three quarter minks out the forest, pull up in them Ashton Martins
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| Got low, now it’s back to ballin', bet I’ll slang Eve out the garden
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| Like I’m Nore, know the Cokeboys get it cheaper
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| Got my top down, my feet up, nigga sleep is when we creep up
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| Smokin' on that ether, cup of lean
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| I pull up in that you can’t afford this
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| Fresh up off the block, now I’m on the Forbes list
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| I’m walkin' down your block like I’m a tourist
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| Packs in it, dark tinted, black Camaro
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| Got the Cubans for the stash, I’m Robert Deniro
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| Millionaires, all my niggas fly in Lears
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| South Bronx, King Arthur gon' grab a chair
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| Where it’s fire, there is smoke, G5 in the air
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| French and Pop Smoke blowin' smoke, that don’t see it clear
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| Top charts in the field, top dogs in the buildin'
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| I said I’m a double G, please don’t trouble me
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| Rocks all in my socks, guns up in my brief
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| If a nigga movin' wok that’s when he gon' see
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| All the Woos pop out the cut, tottin' .33s
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| I’m dark skinned and handsome
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| She like, «You a gorgeous little gangster»
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| She said I talk like a taurus, but I fuck like a cancer
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| And a bunch of young niggas that’ll make you run, nigga
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| Beam on the gun, nigga, I’m the wrong one, nigga |