| Ha, what, uh huh-uh huh-uh huh, what
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| Wreckshop, Wreckshop huh
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| Noke Deezy, D-Reezy
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Came to Wreckshop, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Can’t be stopped, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| It’s whatever whenever, wherever baby
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| You gotta have bread, if you want it all gravy
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| Country like jeah, but these cats can’t fade me
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| Heard what I said, so don’t try to play me
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| I came to Wreckshop, came to blow the spot
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| Like nitro I’m bout to blow, cause my flow hot
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| Since the days of P-A-T, I’ve been holding down the streets
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| Got a deal and got to eat, putting shoes on his feet
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| The Lex needs Spre’s, let me defreeze
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| Music is to bleed, but the game getting sleeze
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| Why this broom in my hand, like I’m the sandman
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| Swooping… off the stage, snatching mics out they hand
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| Now it’s my time, gots to put it down
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| Even if it’s night, I can make the sun shine
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| In this game I’m making hits, the Shop is the…
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| We the lottery pick, ain’t no stopping this
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Came to Wreckshop, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Gon turn it out (turn it out y’all)
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| It’s the Noke Deezy, man I’m off the heezy
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| I came here, to do my thug theezy
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| Please believe me, I wreck shop
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| Every damn hood, every city, every block
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| Got it on lock, muy caliente
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| Riding like Sensei, rolling on vientes
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| That’s 20's, if you didn’t know
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| My whole roll, sold with your…
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| Moving too fast, you need to slow down
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| City of Syrup, call it H-Town
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| What you lost, is what we found
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| Platinum songs, platinum bound
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| See I’m a platinum soul survivor
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| I’m a platinumlly, provider
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| I’m a platinum ghost rider
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| And I’ma always be a platinum street fighter
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Came to Wreckshop, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| We came to Wreckshop, until the Shop is wrecked
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| Surrounded by A-R 1−5's, and Glocks and techs
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| It’s Z-Reezy, D-Reezy and Noke Deezy
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| Sipping on something purple, blowing treezy believe me
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| Making it look easy, when I’m doing my thang
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| Whether Southwest red, or hoover blue in the game
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| Got our grind on, lying to fellas that’s outta line
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| About to burn me the plex… chest with that iron
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| Feeling fine and lovely, even when it get ugly
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| I know I’ma make it, because the Lord is above me
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| Divine in the bench, and make me hard to hit
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| Hating me is like a habit, and it’s hard to quit
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| I’ll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I’m mad with it
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| Acting like a fella, that ain’t never had with it
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| I’m a soldier united for cash, worldwide
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| I do the body rock, and then I do the Southside
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Came to Wreckshop, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that
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| Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee
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| Gon turn it out, uh huh
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| Just to let you boys know that |