Tom: E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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in regions at a all -time high
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a pair of zetas, all -time fly
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I'm not concerned with competition,
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my mission is full commission
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I spit it with suspicions so
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Sippin' on purple soda
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secured by super sodas
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I'm flouncin' off in the rover
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till summertime is over
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I shine like supernova but I
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Candid slaves on Martin Luther
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
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crawlin' like a parade
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Candid slaves on Martin Luther
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Commutin' in Cadillacs
up in stacks
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I'm strapped with Trojan horses
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while breaking these bombers' backs
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No time for scooby snacks,
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I want the full course meal
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I got the force like Skywalker,
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T -Ferris, and Steven Spielberg
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stepping on rugs of Persians
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Some haters up in the mix,
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but we markbuster purging
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Burning the Joe cigars,
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indulging in pints of bar
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how the team became this far
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These boys got cool grips,
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little chains and shit
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But you can't fuck with me,
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I just so get off my dick for real
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Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
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But I smashed her last week,
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she ain't just your girl, come on
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you got your gun in your car
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But them bullies is so smart,
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they won't even leave the store
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you shining with your team for the squad
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Go home and get your shit together
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then come back to the club
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The shoes are made of Gucci
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The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
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cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
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The shoes are made of Gucci
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The glasses are made of
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cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
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The shoes are made of Gucci
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The glasses are made of
Prada Showstopper
cause bad boy like Big Papa
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I break em off some proper,
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these boppers ain't getting outta,
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not a dollar for these hoes in the window shoppers
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I plug in like a raw socket,
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you want some kush,
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I'll get you high in the Nasser rocket
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Now big game, I know the,
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know the beaters, beaters, I'm in,
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Diamonds, diamonds on my neck,
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white and yellow like a bowtie
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I'm on the block,
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living raw like a rap demo
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The big fish just started off as a minnow
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My music is slow tempo,
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Late night like Jay Leno,
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post it up like a office memo
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Team starter, better grab your recorder
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These dime pieces I slaughter,
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I like em just like Takara
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Grinding until tomorrow
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when the sun come up
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And fall asleep from drinking
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These boys got cool grips,
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little chains and shit
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But you can't fuck with me, potty,
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so get off my dick for real
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Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
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But I smashed her last week,
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she ain't just your girl, come on
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you got your gun and your car
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But them bullets is so small,
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they won't even leave the stack
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Hold up, yeah, you're shinin' with
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Don't only get your shit together,
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they come back to the club
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I'm deadly with conversation
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I'm debonair extraordinaire
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talkin' about they underwear
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It's somethin' off on my
neck to make the horn
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Look a stare but it slings
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You surrounded by squares
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They hollow like Kevin Bacon
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I'm grindin' and money makin'
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Reachers got their hands out,
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but they ain't gettin' made
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Reachers got their hands out,
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but they ain't gettin' made
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Reachers got their hands out,
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but they ain't gettin' made
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What is these boys thinkin',
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where the hatin' never stop?
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Regardless, every year I'm
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pullin' somethin' off the lot
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The jealousy need to cease,
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instead of tend to increase
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Jolly Jolly, ranch and paint,
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look wetter than head grease
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The bopper's all on my feet,
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tryna rape me out for peace
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Suck out players,
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handcuffin' like the police
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I'm boutin' to say the least,
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I'm high as the Big Dipper
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Take sip, hold, fold, tipper,
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and some Gucci slipper
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fight the mystery like Jack the Ripper
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Break em' off with my picka,
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and leave em' stuck like a sticker
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These boys ain't cool rippers,
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they're chains and shit
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But you can't fuck with me potty,
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so get off my dick for real
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Your brother fine, she a dime, that's true
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But I smashed her last week,
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she ain't just shootin'
Come on, you think you hard,
you got your gun in your car
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But them bullets are so small,
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they won't even be the same
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Hold up, yeah, you're shinin'
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with your team for the squads
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Don't wanna get your shit together,
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then come back to the club
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We can't be fucked with baby,
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take your ass back to the drawing board
and regroup for next season bitch,
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