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Uh, what up Tell the homies say what up tho, what up Tho
Uh, ayo I step out, hop out, of the whip, The gold on my rims like the gold on my neck
Your girl give me neck like she work for a check
And I bust on her flesh, Chuck a deuce when I left like
Uhhh, yeah I'm grimy as fuck I'm rollin' with bills like I'm in a Brinks Truck
I stay tatted up like a wall Plaqued up
A.D all day, get high as fuck Yeah, quicker than a Lamar Jack
And we runnin' through hoes like a running back
If you trip' get the sickle, I'm funny as Don Rickles
Your Girl, she let me tickle, Be lovin' on my pickle
Too strong, night long, playin' ping pong I put my ding dong inside her bing bong
She want me to be her mister I wanna put my tongue in her pussy and say
Some tongue twisters If Peter Piper pick'd the pepper, then A.D
Pickin tree, leaves, cross seas in a Sprinter Look, I know I got it when the others say
I don't And you the type to talk shit, but you won't
Step up, matter of fact, homie, sit down You getting punch drunk, knocked out the
First round One, two, hit the three and I'm up though
But I'll be at the top screamin
What up thooooooooooooooooooooooooo
What up
Tell it
Uh, uh, yeah
What up though
Uh, uh
What up
Yeah, uh, tell the homie, say what up though
What up though, it's the big brown loco I rep the logo like youngin's who GoPro
I'm still slummin, bummin' with Dough Tho I need more cause I never wanna go broke
Too big, too crazy, big, slim, shady Learnin' the game, feelin' like young Brady
The game made me, it had me since a young baby I work daily, still, they love to hate me
I'm lovin' life by my side, she so fine She help me shine like the goldies, on low rides
A gold mine, of a mind call me Einstein I write rhymes like fine wine, it's about time
Yeah, what up though
Tell the homie, say what up though
Tryna get my money up though Tell that shorty, say what up though
Tell it
Uh, uh, yeah
What up though
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What up
Yeah, uh, uh, homie, say what up though
Uh, uh
What up