Ayo Duke man, let's get this shit jumping man
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We hit the club, gripping on the old heat
Purple in the air, middle finger to the police
Fuck it, get a dub, I'm skipping up the whole street
Tires looking like a nigga sitting on some slow leak (26's)
So sleek, skipping with your old freak
I swear to God, I'm the flyest nigga on the whole East
Get the drift? The party'll be pissed
When I buy the bar and only leave water on the list
Trick, I'm the shit, and known in the city
Prefer Cris' even though the Mo' get me dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no home training in me
You can't stop it, I'm harder than crack
So the DJ bring it back like he borrowed the track
I ain't never had a problem with that, I'm a problem in fact
The nigga really know a squad that can rap, tell 'em go
'Cause we
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We get it popping, you know where I'm from (Harlem)
Everywhere I go them damn groupies wanna come
'Cause if them little chickens ain't drooling on my ones
It's the G's on the lace with the Gucci on the tongue
Hon', I'm getting bread, don't confuse it with a crumb
But if I gots to reach up in this Louis then you're done
Them rugers'll get swung, you'll drop in a ditch
The cops'll have to tape up your block like it's ripped
I'm so smooth but move the drop 'til it skip
Pockets full of cheese like a mozzarella stick
Rocks on the wrist, yes I drop hella chips
Perpetual, I don't want it if the watch got a tick
Shit, how could I miss if I'm hot as a strip
With the cops on a bitch tryna knock you for bricks
Trick, watch your lips or get dropped from a cliff
'Cause I could get you off for a box full of kicks like
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Let's wrap it up man
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We keep the bar pissed, buying out the hard lick
That make your broad sit right under the armpit
She say the God sick, Ritalin on the arm wrist
Ain't harm shit but I iced it like the mob hit
A hard brick, bite of every bar piff
You're heartless, you's a writer with a start kit
I'm hard prick, stressing 'em out
It's a mutha-effing drought 'til I step out the house
I was never a slouch, listen B-Dawg known
As the rawest, they call it like a B-Ball zone
Watch me breeze on chrome with the heat all shown
In my Dior Homme, this ain't Dior Holmes
Holmes, devoted to floss, showing it off
A boss, fresh to death, place some clothes on the corpse
They stalk, oh what you brought? Yo what this cost?
I tell 'em, doja get lost with the
Dough that you toss, you couldn't go
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