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Let me tell you bout this
Super fly dirty dirty
Third coast muddy water
Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna
Let me tell you bout this
Old school pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens
Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Country country shit
I told 'em aw man hold up
What you know about it
Candy cars, superstars
Rubber bands in my pocket
A couple broads for the popping
If she ridin' then she bopping
Bitch I'm sellin' if you shopping
If you need it then I got it
If I want it then I cop it
If you don't like nigga top it
Why you worried bout mine ho
What's up in your wallet?
I was riding my Screw shit
Rims chop chopping
Crows start flocking
Knockin' pictures off the wall
We sit tall
We still crawl
We still shoot
We still score
We still win
So we still ball
We still hood so f*ck the law
I got nuts and I got loot
If you can't see the king in a nigga like me undoubtedly
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Okay the Caddy still swangin'
And the trunk still bangin'
Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty
What is y'all thankin'?
What what is y'all sayin?
What what is y'all sangin'?
Hit the club by the bar
Like what is y'all drankin'?
Old schools, foreign cars shawty
What is y'all crankin'?
Kush blunts Bank tellers ask me
"Why is y'all stankin?"
If it's money I chill shawty
Why is y'all playin'?
She was bound to f*ck a pimp
So why is you carin'?
Save the ho
Cape crusader at her service aidin' ho
Damn the ho, blame the ho
For the same shit you pay me for
Shake it more for a pimp
With my shrimp on my plate
Countrified, country fly with a tape
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