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Can't smoke in the club? Got a pound in here (It's a Wayne beat) Better not say we can't smoke in this b*t*h, got a pound in here I'm probably finna go f**k after this anyway Damn N***a, what's that sound in here? (What's that?) Better not say we can't smoke, we got a, alright (Pound in here) Alright, what's that sound in here? (We got a pound in here, yeah, alright) N***a, ayy, what's that sound in here? They better not say we can't smoke, I got a pound in here Let a n***a swing on me, I'll drop a hundred rounds in here I put my city on, I done made a couple thousand there Mad as hell Ri' just lit another Black & Mild in here Still hit her raw even though I had a condom near Turn the blinker on, it's a hundred f**kin' pounds in here High off Percs, sweatin' like a b*t*h, bro, throw another towel in here Ah, I'm turnt up, I could growl in here Man, what the f**k? It's too loud in here Brought my n***as to my b*t*h crib, had a crowd in there I never gave a f**k 'bout what they on and I ain't tryna care Slide through my hood on weekdays and I'm probably there Every time we do a track with somebody, it ain't soundin' fair (Never) Bro, hide the K under the couch, my mama here You talkin' 'bout the Gucci store, I just spent twenty-two thousand there Shut the f**k up 'fore I shoot, dial in there You was livin' in the same spot for years and they found you there Boy, you should've been moved out when the coast was clear I don't wanna see no more obituaries on my dashboard I don't wanna see no more obituaries on my dashboard F**k, I done seen too many faces on the dashboard Push the Scat' to the limit like I'm tryna chase the dashboard If my jeans could fit higher, knot 'em up, they'd be past sore Jeans could fit higher, knot 'em up, they'd be past sore Don't ask me to pa** my weed, n***a, better pa** yours Talkin' 'bout these hoes don't know me, you better ask yours Not a regular rapper, my n***a, better fast, okay I'm not a regular rapper, my n***a, better fast forward I had to travel for this sh*t, you better ask Dora I just got another eight, I'm finna half pour it Your crib got broke in, that was bad storage Leave the 'yo, right here at the dough, you know we important Eleven, twelve hundred for a pop when we drinkin' [?] Okay, I'm finna have a good day, I got sleep this morning I been gettin' fat off the drank like I'm eatin' [?] Get it? Like I'm eatin' [?] If I ain't pour the drank up, tuh, I know If I ain't pour the drank up right now, I know E'll pour it Yeah, I hit your b*t*h, I'm always in Savannah, but I don't be in Georgia Man, what the f**k? You went to sleep? Damn, E, record me Pu**y-a** [?] so I put her out the room and let her keep the forty A n***a ain't gon' take sh*t, b*t*h, I keep the 40 Codewords when I look for Wock', call Kiki for me Two heavy in the rap game, can't sh*t weak support me Street n***as like Lil D and Lil E support me When I touch down in the Mil', ManMan got heat for me I can tell you ain't never dropped a body, you got a weak stomach My b*t*h so real, she asked could she take the lil' plea for me? Before I ever signed a record deal, I made three hundred That ain't toothpaste on your b*t*h mouth, bro, it's skeet on it Even though I pulled up by myself, I'm tryna leave somethin' Man, I'll leave a n***a Alright, we ain't gon' talk about it, ah Sh*t Ghetto Boyz sh*t We Still Grindin'
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