| Kid Classic
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| Que
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| Dawg going on
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| Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (Fuck shit up)
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| Splittin' lick, 'till my whole squad was rich (Woah)
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| Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques
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| Keep the tool incase I gotta unscrew your shit
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| Cut these niggas and these hoes on some shit
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| They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick
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| That’s why I stay close with my dawgs
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| These white collar crime ass niggas be frauds
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| I’m quick to all my niggas and ball on a bitch
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| I’m driving fast, bending corner, s sipping slow on my whip
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| I keep my hoes segregated, on my Jim Crow shit
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| And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip
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| You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga
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| You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
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| You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga
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| You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga
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| I got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer
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| Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like
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| And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa
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| Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber
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| Bet she ain’t like the when I fuck her breasts
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| Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque
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| Got her in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain’t really
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| luvy-duby
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| And that’s why I chose her
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| Que killing bitches like he
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| and I be in a bitch stomach like a (Keep going)
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| Red got a top like what’s in the block
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| Told you more than once, that I’ma die when they shoot to kill
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| You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga
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| You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
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| You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga
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| You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga
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| I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just up of
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| A trick nigga that ain’t my cup of tea
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| On my best day, nigga, you couldn’t fuck with me
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| I’ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep
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| You could never be a better dawg than me
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| I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak
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| Then tell her don’t let the door hit you with the good 's picture
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| Keep a bitch’s coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river
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| Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers
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| You take the bitch to, I take the bitch to
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| On first string, shootin' three, I’m in the league
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| I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany’s, nigga (Que)
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| You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga
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| You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga
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| You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga
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| You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga
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| You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga |