(Tay Keith, this too hard)
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We The Best Music
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(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
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Another one
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DJ Khaled
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Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
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Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode
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This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
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You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home
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I got rich off strong, we get 'em in and get 'em gone
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You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on
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We them ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
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It's the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on
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My demon time ain't nothin' nice
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I try not to wear nothin' twice
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I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah
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My lil' brother ain't livin' right
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My sis' and 'em doin' aight
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My cuz and 'em still servin' life, yeah
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Seen a robber rob a deacon
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I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin'
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I'll break the bank for one of my people
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I said, "I'm the one," they didn't me believe me
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I show 'em the facts, now they all need me
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I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin'
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They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
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I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
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All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
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They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
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Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run around that bitch
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You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not
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One person come tell me we f*ckin', you blocked
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Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep goin')
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Put my kids in Givenchy
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She must think one plus one is three
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I can't support you personally
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She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece
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These niggas be cappin', them cars be leased
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Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
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I was noddin' off, they woke up a beast
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Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner
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We didn't have nothin' to eat
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Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me bad
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Like, "Damn, he was f*ckin' with me," yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
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I want the biggest watch that they got, I don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
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All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
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They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
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Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
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You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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I'm from the trenches
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Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention
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Well, bitches be talkin' like they really rich
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But really be beggin' me under my pictures
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I'll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business
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I'll spend that shit at the dentist
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I'd rather f*ck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings
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I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit
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Goin' to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit
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Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit
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Baby got his hood on smash and you can tell they really rich
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Drop the lo', ain't no room right now, I took her to the O
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Then I pulled up on the Lam' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe
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I got the city on lock, uh, f*ckin' up all the opps
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I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I'm standin' on all the blocks
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This the anthem, mm-hmm
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Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm
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Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats
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Remind me of sittin' on Panda, mmm
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I love my cousin, she was a dancer
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I love my brother, he was a scammer
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Sittin' on my lap 'cause I'm pullin' her tracks
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And I f*ck from the back 'cause she callin' me handsome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
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I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist
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All these hoes f*ck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch
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They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
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Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch
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You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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You know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
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We The Best Music
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Another one
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