Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
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Uhh
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chyea
Dipset, swisha house
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My man paul wall,
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jr writers definitely in the building yall
Lets bounce, bounce
Verse 2
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Im from the party to the lobby to
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the lobby with the pump
Listen papi u aint gotti get the
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shotty if u stunt
Masserati in the front,
i aint shoot a nigga
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But off one button i could put
the body in the trunk
Theres a body in the trunk,
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big body with the fronts
Stitches to the face,
dont even (polly) on the blunt
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I hit mami if i want,
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cuz she aint seen a 6- 4
So she just loves the
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impally when they jump
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Ima heave em to the con,
fill his heater if u want
U'll be able to see,
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wat chu be eatin for a month
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I (will steamers) to get launched,
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of me n paul wall
Drag u up and down florida
and leave u in the swamp
Im a hustla homie, with some bigger funds,
some bigger guns
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I pull em out, shit kids'll run,
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get rid of somethin
They kid is done, thats just for fun
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In a mayback, to the bay shack,
better lay back
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'Fore i spray that,
Verse 3
that 6 figure nigga want
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Stackin paper, we breakin bread
We gettin money, til the day we dead
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Its the swisha house and the dipset
This is history in the making,
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baby thats a bet
Verse 4
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Live from the swisha house,
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straight up outta that 3rd coast
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Pop seal, hold a 4, sip a drank,
lets take a toast
Im on my grind and on my note,
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Im breakin bread and chasing hoes
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Evading laws n tippin 4s,
This is the playa life that i chose
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Stack cheese, count cash,
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bad bitch, big ass
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Paul wall and jr writer,
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gettin for that puff puff pass
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Drip the candy, pop the trunk,
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drop some greens and ride that choppers
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Bang and screw in a parkin lot, with
(michael watch) catchin all the boppers
On top of my game my eyes are peeled
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Im on the block im
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posted up
On south (leave) with cabbage head
We watchin the laws in a poster truck
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Got drank then pour it up,
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got dank then blow it up
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Got plicks i got the pump,
wat it do, thats wats up
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I keep a bodyguard by my waste,
.40 cal thats my pal
Fuck a girlfriend,
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pack a compact plastic glock, thats my gal
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Swisha house we slow it down,
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in h town we hold it down
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With 2 commas in my bank account,
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u best believe this shit go down
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U lookin
Verse 5
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at the get it getters,
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bigger figures hitters niggas
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Im just a pimp gave the fox
(make u city slickers)
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We some city slickers,
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sticky hitters, stick ya sister
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Fly to harlem,
come to ball with some fifty- fifers
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Ballin is a habit baby,
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big body with big wheels
Pocket of them ben franklins and
pale full of big bills
My paper game is top notch,
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my hustle game is top notch
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My ice game is top notch,
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check ya mouth check ya watch
Yao
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You rockin with the livest,
hoe. im vamanos, stay addios
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Flip pie, trick n fly,
this the guy from stop n go
Whip and (trough) stay ridin
low, i aint a liar liar
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Swear im on fire at the dealer,
hot drop n roll
We keep it pimpin pimpin,
we stackin paper baby
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Ridin shotgun with a shotgun,
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in a cls mercedes
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Jr writer and paul wall,
swang the fear, pour (a litre)
Good hustlas, gettin money,
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we certified young block (breeders)
Outro 1
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