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Flippin' in my big body Benz, the seats are cushy
Talkin' on my cell, gettin' higher than giraffe pussy
But don't get pushy sucker, cause whether lit or sober
I'll heat yo' ass up like leftovers
I'm hard to digest, and I guess these niggas just
Jealous of ya boy cause I'm makin' progress
Now listen ho, I ain't a trick, but I'll buy you some shit
I can't stand no busted up beggin' ass bitch
Now cause I'm rich, it ain't shit to fuck off 20 G's
I shop at places that you scared to walk in
When we squeeze, I hit 'em EASY
The motherfuckers, they drop like flies, those
We'll dress yo' homies up in church clothes
We sit on front rows, kick it with big ass stars
Drive big ass cars, and start big ass wars
I speculate you niggas fake, don't know my rep
You better go check, I'll leave you bloody like a Kotex
Them boys right there, they be slingin' crack
Them boys right there, they keep they paper stacked
Them boys right there, whippin' candy 'lacs
I wanna be like them boys
Them boys right there, flossin' icy rolls
Them boys right there, wear some nice clothes
Them boys right there, they got all the hoes
I wanna be like them boys
The number one problematic cat
It's Lil' Wayne, desperado leave ya set damp
Soldier rag around my head and 20 on my neck
I got a wrist full of baguettes and a sack full of TECs
Them people got me on the run cause I click clack a lot
I signed to H-Town to put it down with Rap-A-Lot
With Willie D we thugged out drinkin' Cris' and Henn'
And I been listenin' to this nigga since I was 'bout 10
The Geto Boys and Hot Boys teamed up to win
Niggas play, we bust a K and make they truck spin
Me and my niggas we from Uptown, put it in Blood
We drop the ride on dubs and bust a head like what
We on fire burnin' blades up the dirty dank
Take it to the bank, the Hummer roll over the shhh stank
We the underdogs, but nigga we still ride
And we represent the side, Dirty Southside, OOOHHHH
Them boys right there, they be slingin' crack
Them boys right there, they keep they paper stacked
Them boys right there, whippin' candy 'lacs
I wanna be like them boys
Them boys right there, flossin' icy rolls
Them boys right there, wear some nice clothes
Them boys right there, they got all the hoes
I wanna be like them boys
I'm thinkin' back on how it started out, when shit was cool
I was just a little nigga hustlin', skippin' school
Hopin' one day I could make it big, from smokin' weed
To flossin' in Mercedes Benzes and totin' keys
Had a dream like Martin Luther King, but the only thing is
I'm infatuated with the paper, and what it bring
Seen a bunch of motherfuckers slain, niggas deranged
After witnessin' they partner still breathin' without a brain
Dyin' in vain, can't do a motherfuckin' thang
Except mix the alcohol with T3's to ease the pain
Energy drained, niggas is runnin' out of tears
Cause you're here for one minute and then the next you disappear
And the killin' part about the whole thang is money rain
Among the top five reasons that niggas try to gain
Ay, if you don't believe me, ask them boys
You know them boys know
Them boys right there, they be slingin' crack
Them boys right there, they keep they paper stacked
Them boys right there, whippin' candy 'lacs
I wanna be like them boys
Them boys right there, flossin' icy rolls
Them boys right there, wear some nice clothes
Them boys right there, they got all the hoes
I wanna be like them boys





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