| Know what the fuck goin' on
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| 29Thouxanban
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| Gang gang, you know what I’m sayin'
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| Fuck you nigga
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| You alright there?
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| We just tired of seeing these peon-ass niggas, man
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| So we point these niggas out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, uh
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| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, ooh
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| Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
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| Heard you runnin' your mouth
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| When I see you, I’ma Pacquiao
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| Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
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| And I’m heavyweight
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| Winning like every bout
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| I’ma wrap shit like calamari
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| I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
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| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh
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| Point that nigga out, ooh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh, yeah
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| Look, look
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| Yung Shyne, huh, can’t forget the Yung baby
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| Walk inside the club, I won’t forget my gun, nah
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| Ooh, now I’m the hottest there right under the sun
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| Lord, he blessing me, I hope that I don’t blast nothin', yeah
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| They asked me when I got so cheap
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| I said, made so much money wanna keep all for me (I'm sorry)
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| Like you’re Gleesh, leave your ass deceased
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| My pockets got a disease called obesity (Dig?)
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| Before you play me, you better play for keeps
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| 'Cause I’ll play you out your whole system (You dig?)
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| Huh, I got cheats
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| Trying to take over your whole turf, I got cleats
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| 'Cause you pussy niggas like grass under my feet
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| So point these niggas out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, uh
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| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, ooh
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| Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
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| Heard you runnin' your mouth
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| When I see you, I’ma Pacquiao
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| Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
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| And I’m heavyweight
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| Winning like every bout
 | 
| I’ma wrap shit like calamari
 | 
| I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
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| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh
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| Point that nigga out, ooh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh, yeah
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| You’re on point, but you’re on point like a glitch
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| You’re on point like a snitch, little bitty bitch
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| We don’t point fingers, point red blinkers
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| Get money every time real niggas link up
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| I bought the chain different from the pendant, they still linked up
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| You penny pinchin', I told her to pass the scissors
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| Or pass the bitches
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| A four in a deuce might crash my liver (You dig?)
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| Might crash the kitchen
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| I’m livin' so rude, from rags to riches (Huh)
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| Might pull up official
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| Pull out my ice, then pull all your bitches
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| Hop in the dish (Skrrt)
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| Hop in the Lam, pull up and hit (Yeah)
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| I might hop in your bitch, ooh
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| Hop out the bitch like I am her kid (Mine)
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| Can’t see your face, tap your lid, lil' bitch
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| When your lights out
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| So point these niggas out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, uh
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| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that little nigga out, ooh
 | 
| Give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'
 | 
| Heard you runnin' your mouth
 | 
| When I see you, I’ma Pacquiao
 | 
| Diamonds shining with the lights out, ooh, yeah
 | 
| And I’m heavyweight
 | 
| Winning like every bout
 | 
| I’ma wrap shit like calamari
 | 
| I’ma push you back like Eddie Bauer, uh
 | 
| Point that nigga out, huh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh
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| Point that nigga out, ooh
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| Point that lil' nigga out, huh, yeah |