Swagga in place
Now let me get to it
I'm badder than your nigga and the niggas next to him
I do me bitch what are you doin
Teardrop tune got you bitches boo hoo'in
Weezy F baby ga ga goo goo'in
And girl I swear if you start chewing I'm suing
Hahah yea
And to the paper I'm gluin'
And my trunk ain't big but big enough to fit you in
Have your people like where the hell you, and
They find ya ass with everything but movement
And money talks and I speak it fluent
And I keep them tools so don't be screwin'
Around uptown in this bitch like all week
Young Money on the grind no off days
Young Money got cheese like hog head
Now lay it down just like Mjg and ball said
Yea and I'm, I'm so hard body
So, I'm so hard body
Pshh
What you nigga wanna do?
That's a big difference from what you gonna do
Yea
Spotlight on you yea
Hahah

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My hat, my hat

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Let me fix my gat
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My brother G say you boys ain't shit
(you can't name a bad bitch that the boy ain't with)
Same bad bitch that the boy came with
Same bad bitch that you boys can't get
I be goddamned if them all Wayne heads
Take your girl and straight? that bitch
You know my niggas? yea I give 'em all that bitch
Then drop her ass off and never call that bitch
Ya digg?
My brother Mack Maine taught me that
I swear it's like that nigga wrote the game almanac
Dude... how could you even want her back?
And just in case she forget my name
I made her get it on her back

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Let me fix my hat
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My hat, my hat

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Let me fix my gat
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Let me fix my gat, my gat
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Hollygrove animal
Come on try and tame me
Tell your ma I'm bad and
Tell your grandma why I'm dangerous
Tell your pa he pussy
Tell your brother he a bitch
I own 'em all mark set go in this shit
I'm thuggin' this bitch
On some rock and roll shit
Need calamine lotion
See my pockets swoll bitch
And they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits
Cause all y'all rappers ain't talkin bout shit
I'm a ball out bitch and
Boy I wish all y'all assholes get off my dick
[pause]

New Orlean til I die
Second line second line tambourines in the sky
Yeah...

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Let me fix my hat
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Let me fix my hat, fix my hat
Hold up, hold up
Let me fix my hat
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My hat, my hat

Hold up
Let me fix my gat
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Let me fix my gat, my gat
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Let me fix my gat
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Let me