Yeah, this shit beautiful nigga
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(The Free Nationals)
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Look, Pyrex got the Cocaine resin in it
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See the wrappers in the trash
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We was heavy whippin'
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Used to bag it up and finesse the kitchen
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Feds close cross the mob let the dezzy lift 'em
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Told him, "No trapping 'round here" but he ain't never listen
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Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing
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They found his body but his head is missin'
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Spent his bread with my jeweler he made the bezzy glisten
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Blood bottles got the pony head
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Three racks with the christen and copped the only pair
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I put up numbers nigga, Kobe here
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Diamonds in the Rollie clear
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Grammy week but twenty of my homies dead
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Holla, holla, holla
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If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh)
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Holla, holla, holla
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If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, hey, yeah)
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Ayo, you like the bag on my dope
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Cook all my dope
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I had to get a mote, you took all the dope
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Paying niggas no mind, them other niggas broke
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Shoot out some .223 semi hand me my scope
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You the best bitch ever
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Plus you cook the best jerk
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All pink FNH in your purse
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We love to eat, watch the ocean
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When we get home, I'm a eat you 'til you cry
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Buy you furs in July, just for nothing
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Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was bugging
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You looking at me when you suck it
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Do your mom know you do that?
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I blew your back out first date
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"Yo West, can you nut on my face?"
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I fell in love right there
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Holla, holla, holla
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If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh)
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Holla, holla, holla
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If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, ay, yeah)
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