All this lame shit been, been outta (been, outta season) Drop, chop the block for no Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the Pop, pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the Drop the top, chop the block for no All this shit been, been outta season Practice what you preach, your eyes on the prize Pop, pop the twice with the swangers on the side the top, chop the block for no reason All lame shit been, been outta season
Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the up Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the up Love you if you stayed down and you if you stuck up Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and the truck up Laid up in the Escalade, cup of Un DS Jordan's I pulled up out the locker Nina tucked the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her you off somethin' proper Been since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim Tell them hoes if ain't chose yet, they better choose him Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna him Better check the timeline if you heard the news, bitch
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Mane, I'm a big baller big balls in my nutsack Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm buck back Boys I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm to hit 'em hard Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in yard Say exactly what the fuck I feel no disregard David Blaine this thang, mane, is this your card? This the nigga's four-oh-nine region You gon' to back the fuck down or pay allegiance Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the The King is on the throne, it's best you appease him, bitch
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let the top off Spring up the ice in Winter Chop the block a steak dinner They shots, return to sender Graduated as a corner bender from the school of Showin' grill, pop pop the Pop pop the real, bitch how it feel? How it Pringle all in her face Eat the cake, don't forget to crumbs off the plate candy flakes drip off the chrome Sunshine won't leave me 'cause I keep a glow When they throw a it rains on my robes
Practice what I always No hand-outs, bitch stop that I'm holdin' on, competitin' All that lame shit outta
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