Yeah
Can you please motha fuckin rise
For the national motha fuckin trapstar anthem
Lets go

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Cuz bitch im amazin
Look what im blazin
Eyes so low
Yea i look like an asian
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
Haters run they mouth
They aint talkin bout nothin
Cuz Bitch im amazin
Look what im blazin
Eyes so low
Yea i look like an asian
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
Haters run they mouth
They aint talkin bout nothin
Cuz Bitch im amazin

Closed door armor
Lookin like its miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain
Who he think he busta rhymes
Bitch i bust alot of rhymes
Could of done alot of time
And i aint never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got alot up on my mind
Got alot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood
So im up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So im in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cuz im in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split
Say that im her favorite
If you can take alot of dick
I can talk alot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit
Who you niggas fuckin with

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First i sold two mill
Then i sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That i will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then ill record another one
But if you can not give me that
Aint no sense in callin back
Fuck you think they sell me for
Fuck you think they find me at
Damn right american
Im gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let em talk
Let em hate
Watch them lick the navigate
If you touch em
Wipe em off
Bring a brush
Then take em off
I can make an avalance
And i aint talkin chevy trucks
Call me georgia lottery
Cuz ill be talkin mega bucks

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Must of spent ten grand
to make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea im mother fuckin balla
Just right your number down
Baby girl i might call ya
If she give it to me now
She wont live to see tommarow
And if she playin wit it
She wont make it thru the night
Before the song with Kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea i get my money tight
Now its time to re up
Then i make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea i like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea im spendin all money
Now im livin in the past

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