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Chorus (2x): you gotta like a "g"
Talk like a "g", like a "g"
I got em my drug dealer strut

Somethin the way I make moves, some think it the shoes and just,
Uh, like to blame it on tru
I do, what I do, and talk that slang
Makin the hardest street niggaz askin me can hang
Ain't no thang, but you must wear khakis or ?
Neck touchin some gold, and fully don't hoes
Blowin smoke out ya nose, a box of optimos
so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose
Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have seen
Keep their wanderin and steady servin fiends
In my a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep
My other pocket of money, givin me this funny step

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[soulja
I walk, high talk, gs up and soldiers
I used to bob and weave I was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, slim come around
Or I be to bring more noise than the beats by the pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce I walk
And say ya heard me, every that I talk
4-4 boys I to balk, but now I got a glock 40
I sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty
I fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like charlie
Ask magnolia shorty, my people, she could call it
My mama told me I still the same way
the same way, every since I was yay

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I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see I ball
3 months, the walker, I was struttin 'fore I crawl
Before the old even had the, "yes, yes, ya'll!"
I was spendin my uneven money on my in the mall
Young fiend, was the guard, I breaks with it
My ? got grooves with it, I packs tools with it
I simply a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear in the winter, tank iced in the center
My is the agenda, not only this voice
But they it's my hips, naw they ain't havin my choice
Now the moral to the story is I'm cold with it
Made a song about my with it
If you was it, can ya dig it?

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