| Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
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| What up, what up? |
| I can’t really hear you
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| Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
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| Make sure he drops them shits off
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| I’m on my way back to Mexico to pick up another hundred
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| Can you hear me? |
| Can you hear me?
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| Yo make the drop off, don’t forget man
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| Yo, I got niggas on the block, block
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| Niggas with them gats, gats
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| Niggas on the strip, strip
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| Puffin' them packs, packs
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| To my workers that stays sharp like razors
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| Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
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| My niggas got that Dutch, Dutch
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| Niggas got that black, black
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| Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
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| My team ain’t wit' it, we dreamed and did it
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| Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
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| Everything you seen, we lived it
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| Nigga front then we get at duke
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| Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
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| I cut you like a cantelope
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| Like Iverson the truth and the answer
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| I’m the poison and the antidote
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| Don’t care if the bitch cute, we don’t sex raw
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| We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
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| Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck’s boy
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| Shoppin' in the best stores, I’m the nigga to check for
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| Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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| No tattoo on titties sayin', «F R E»
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| And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
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| Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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| No tattoo on titties sayin', «Bob Digi»
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| Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
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| Bobby, stop
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| Bobby, the cops is comin'
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| That shit is tight girl
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| Hey you
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| Fuck that mothafucka
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| You know how I do
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| Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
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| Direction of the cop inside the chopper
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| I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
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| This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
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| Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
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| Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I’m pinchin' her cunt
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| Ninety miles per hour I’m like, «Fuck these punks»
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| It’s the land of the free, son, you only live once
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| You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?
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| Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
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| Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
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| Now I’m sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
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| Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
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| Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
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| Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
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| I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
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| And my dick’s been sucked by many lips
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| Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks
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| And love to gulp with plenty chips
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| He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
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| And his dick’s been sucked by many lips
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| Many tips or many Vicks, many sticks
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| And love to fuck with plenty chips
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| Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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| No tattoo on titties, sayin', «F R E»
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| And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
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| Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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| No tattoo on titties sayin', «Bob Digi»
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| Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby |