Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
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Put the soda on it, see what it
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do
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(Yeah) Yeah, all night, all night
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A hunnid of 'em just sold
it all (all night)
(Take it, cook it soft)
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(Drop all on it, pouring all,
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Ay, whatever tell nigga to bring me my pink phone,
ya heard me?
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A hunnid of 'em just sold it all
Verse 2
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I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of
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diamonds on when I'm talkin' love
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I turn her out with that for eign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of
Verse 3
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Hold up, gimme that money, lil' nigga
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You knowin' that I'ma
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I got 'em surrounded by white women
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I got 'em look ing like Paris Hilton
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Each one of my teeth got a
Ay, I think my plug racist (why is that?)
All he send is white (let's go)
where I'm from
Got a drum on a gun like a
a major mistake
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For deliverin' weight but I barely listen
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I got a play that I'm 'bout to go make
the shit was a shame
And I didn't even have a penny
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Brand new apartment
and we couldn't afford
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No new furniture, put us a mattress in it
I was tryna keep up
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With a image and still had to stack and get it
next mornin' on Monday
I had to go back to prison
My woman was pregnant with Khaza
I put it in throttle and got a new pack delivered
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Don't let the industry gas a nigga
Went bought me some diamonds,
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But I never really been flashy with it
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I went tatted the face of a snake
Verse 4
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ya heard me
But once you show me a flaw,
that fall back game in full effect
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Look, you can leave your gun in the car,
dick
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Luca Brasi, I'ma speak for him
Verse 5
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I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of
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the pack touch down"
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I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of
Verse 6
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Hit the booth after I hang up
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with Maceió Hazis
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For knowin' what foolish is (let's go)
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O.C. on the road when the coca was slow
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But I still was on go, I was movin' pills
ain't asking a nigga for nothin'
You look like a fool, for real
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Thumbin' through hunnids
attemptin' to limit
Consumption of drinkin',
Coppin' the gat with a coolin'
step on a scale
Goddamn, I got fat,
they started judgin' me
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I shout to Laredo to do it big (ay, wassup?)
movin' bricks
Breakin' the package down,
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I stand in the kitchen and do the foo'
Weigh on the digi one, two to six
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Scrapin' the dish, she get her a push on a pipe and say,
Ain't moving like them,
I'm a perfectionist
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Tell 'em it's wonder this shit turnin'
peoples into zombies
And I don't approve of this
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I got what you want,
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I deliver the fungus up under the trunk of the Honda Civic
start to bite me
He didn't want me to fuck her with
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it (well, damn)
Verse 7
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Cocaina slanga, a
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Surrounded by the angels,
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diamonds on when I'm talkin' love
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She wanna be my lil' baby but
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I'm afraid to fall in love
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She say, "I only get excited
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when the pack touch down"
Pray that we don't don't get
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indicted in the trap up town
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Bitch, I'm a big gangsta,
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I turn her out with that foreign love
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