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So run when you hear that gun noise blat
Know this before this, trey pound blow
If you a hater make my gun go
They call me G H E T T O
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
The private jet ski's sick
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
With an it don't even matter mood
That'll have em saying where you get that from boy
And a fuck you, pay me attitude
I'm that nucca, act rucka certified plat nucca
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
U S, you just lay down slow nigga
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Spit game, get dames to lay down low
24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight
They call me F A B O L O
Makin' sure silencers on the gat is screwed
Anybody that know me
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
Once your bitch, get the God two way number
I'm still leaving niggas at one choice
If you a hater make my gun go
Flashing my ring finger with the E T glow
He's that new dude that include
They say I got the lifestyle and the E glow
If you a hater make my gun go
Buy your dvds and TVs but I like shoes on my jeep
24-inch wheels and a good gold grill in the front
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
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24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight
They call me William H period Bonnie
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right
Take that fucka, lay flat sucka
I'm the one like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
And I'm dead serious mommy
Black star power, like B E T shows
24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight
I make another one of America's homies
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right
Uh uh yeah, uh uh
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
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Bop in the hop but don't stop to use hoes
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
I ride in the seven series with Tommie's
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey
I'm usually pullin' up in the G T slow
I'm that homie, gat on me
Knows I'm here to get that money yeah
I'm the kid, not that phony
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right
And just to beat the traffic hop in a helly main
Gotta closet made for big clothes
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I'm ducked Negro, uh amigo
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
The clips in the sets be thick
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey
The motors on the jet ski's quick
I shop till I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low
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