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Huh
 YMCMB
 Huh
 As I look around, we the only niggas with that A1 Perico
 Huh
 I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
 I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
 He wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
 He bought four, I front him 5 more
 9 piece, straight 8 balls
 MJG bitch I got 8 balls
 9 piece, straight 8 balls
 MJG bitch I got 8 balls
 Suave House, still independent
 Distribution Mexican, he still sending
 No contract, take my word
 Send a hundred packs, bitch, them my birds
 Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
 In the 2-seater, me and 2 women
 No Def Jam, went solo
 Took the custy's price so low
 It's Lil Tunechi, what up doe?
 ♪
 I'm talking white girl; Marilyn Monroe
 And I can get 'em for the sweet 16
 Hard dope, call it HD Flat screen
 Fuck outta here, your shit water whipped
 You got that tan dope, look like a Florida bitch
 Automatic leave 'em dead in the living room
 Get it? Leave 'em dead in the living room
 Fuck all these niggas and tell them bitches to kiss my ass
 I put that pistol to his head and tell the nigga to have a blast
 Fuck you mean I'm talking keys like Ray Charles
 Rack 'em up, pool table full of 8 balls
 Soft white, I got that G-mix
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 I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
 I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
 Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips
 9 piece, straight 8 balls
 Bitch I'm blowing up like napalm
 Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
 Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
 No sir, not me
 I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
 Bullet proof nigga Teflon
 Why you snorting that, that shit stepped on
 

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Duration
03:59
Key
11
Tempo
145 BPM

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