| That my nigga I call’em Blocka
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| La Familia and I put that on my momma
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| That my nigga I call’em Blocka
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| And I put that on my momma
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| Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain
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| Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch says the same thang
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| Counting money like Shawn, big money like Dawn
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| Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
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| Got the weed coming by the acres
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| Look like I robbed 2 farms
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| Jamaican cartel pull up, fat bwoy say wahh gwaan
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| I just hit’em like whaaah
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| Still be going dumb
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| Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I’m from
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| Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be saying ughhh
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| 16 2s 52 2s thats four bricks on a scale
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| And between me and you I just got out of jail
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| Took my lick I ain’t tell, and I know you wish you could be here
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| That my nigga I call’em Blacko
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| La Familia and I put that on my momma
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| That my nigga I call’em Blacko
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| And I put that on my momma
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| Real nigga in the game, streets say the same thang
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| And if I get caught again, I’m going to the chain gang
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| Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses
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| Trying to clip, ohh its gon cost ya
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| You gon have to come take it off me
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| Whipped out in the foreign with a bad bitch named Lauren
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| Say she use to live in California
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| She don’t speak English and she foreign
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| Say her Ex boyfriend boring
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| Wanna drug dealer who important
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| Slanging dope dick I’m retarded
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| Finger licking chicken in the trap house
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| Know they love me in the neighborhood
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| I ain’t gotta hustle with the strap out
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| Ion care what niggas rap about, I ain’t rap about what they rap about
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| I’m the nigga they rap about
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| Murders getting reenact out
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| Kicking rocks in the crack drought
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| Up the gat I ain’t back down
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| That my nigga I call’em Blocka
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| La Familia and I put that on my momma
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| That my nigga I call’em Blocka
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| That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
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| That my brother I call him hundred
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| And I put that on my momma |