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I crack me a seal, pour me a 8
 I stay fresh as fuck, in this everyday
 Allergic to fuck niggas get out my way
 Pull up in something stupid like who won the race?
 Young nigga in the hood sellin' weight, when it come to my paper I don't got no patience
 Your conversation boring, I can't listen
 Only money keep my attention
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 Had to break in down p's all night, work a bitch like my name Ike
 What's love got to do with it, I fuck her once then I'm through with it
 Throwback Sacramento king shit
 If you ain't see me, you ain't see shit
 Bought a root beer and poured lean in it
 Every family got a dope fiend in it
 Might pour a whole 16 in it
 I been fucking these niggas bitches
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 That's just what we do in South Memphis
 Ay, nah we don't love em we share em
 We flipping them pounds, spent 100 thousand on my favorite fashion
 I smoke weed just to meditate
 Got yo bitch and your sister on a double date
 I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lambo
 Hopped out the Lambo then hopped in the Beam
 Hopped out the Beam then hopped in your bitch
 Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend
 Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again
 All of my niggas, my niggas to the end
 All of em family I ain't got no friends
 I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language
 Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh
 I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips
 Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips
 I did all this shit off of 16 zips
 Hop out the Lamb with the Glock .19 and a 30 round clip
 Pouring medicine in my drink til its filled
 I was born a street nigga yeah I'm guilty
 Spent 150 on golden diamonds
 You can see from across the street shining
 You can hear me round the corner coming
 Smoking out the pound, getting blunted
 Monday night I'm in Magic City, eating steak and shrimp and I'm throwing money
 I'm too anxious don't know how to wait
 Poppin' painkillers, countin' cake
 Got yo bitch at the spot cleaning up, smoking weed wearing lingerie
 Look at the rocks on my wrist
 Look at that ass on my bitch
 Yeah I keep a Glock on my hip
 Smell like a pound when I'm shopping at 5th
 Did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips
 When I found me a new plug, back to back to 16 trucks
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 I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lamb
 Hopped out the Lamb then hopped in the Benz
 Hopped out the Benz then hopped in your bitch
 Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend
 Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again
 All of my niggas, my niggas to the end
 All of em family I ain't got no friends
 I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language
 Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh
 I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips
 Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips
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Key
1
Tempo
120 BPM

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