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[verse 1: jeeezy]
where this b+tch at? i need some top, man (where she at?)
n+ggas stealin’ all my bars, i’m like, “stop, man” (godd+mn)
i ain’t even want this sh+t, it was god’s plan (on god)
all we got is dom, ain’t no beers (ain’t no beers)
yeah, we just hit for fifty, n+gga, cheers (n+gga, cheers)
n+gga wifed my old hoes, i’m in tears (low the great, i’m in tears)
i been f+ckin’ off in saks, you in sears (you in sears)
bad b+tch, p+ssy good and it’s pierced (and it’s pierced)
got the club goin’ crazy when we here (on my mama)
i got bad b+tches screamin’ in my ears (in my ear)
thirty+four bands on me, paul pierce (paul pierce)
[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
she be beggin’ for this d+ck, i’m like, “here” (d+mn, here)
got the top, then i left, now i’m weird (now i’m weird)
rolls+royce sittin’ tall, i can’t steer (i can’t steer)
every time my b+tch mad, i call her dear (you my dear)
fell asleep my whole session, in the stu’ poured (in the stu’ poured)
feel like melvin, got these n+ggas in a chokehold (feel like melvin)
yellow b+tch by the dozen, got a boatload (got a dozen)
bucksclan, yeah, we ball like the lake show (like the lake show)
hit the road every time, make great dough (make great dough)
me and jeeezy talkin’ sh+t to this great low (to this great low)
facin’ ‘woods by myself, it’s an eighth, though (it’s an eighth, though)
n+ggas tryna tag along, ain’t no sp+ce, though (ain’t no sp+ce)

[verse 3: jeeezy]
she can’t get no real money, she a fake ho (fake ho)
that’s your b+tch, i’ma f+ck her like an ape, though (like an ape, though)
nah, you can’t hit my bottle, yeah, i’m straight, bro (yeah, i’m good)
i don’t bang, i ain’t trippin’, what you say, though? (what you say?)
yellow b+tch, orange hair, look like a mango (like a mango)
you be wifin’ all the hoes that i change on (godd+mn)
‘member walkin’ home from school, gettin’ banged on (where you from?)
now i walk around this b+tch with my chains on (my chains on)
sun got my b+tch glowin’, yeah, the rain gone (yeah, the rain gone)

[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
louis v boots, yeah, i got them things on (got them things)
thousand+dollar shirt, ain’t sh+t plain on (ain’t sh+t plain)
in the club, bad b+tches gettin’ rained on (bad b+tches)
big foreign, no ceiling, gettin’ my wayne on (gettin’ my wayne on)
rappin’ ten years, you ain’t got no bread yet? (n+ggas broke)
yeah, i’m on you n+ggas’ head like a headset (n+ggas lame)
i don’t f+ck with you n+ggas like a redneck (n+ggas weird)
yeah, every day, i bleed and i ain’t dead yet (every day, i’m bleedin’)
already toppin’, i ain’t make it to the bed yet (make it to the bed)
at her mama house f+ckin’ up the bed set (f+ckin’ up the bed)
i be bleedin’ on the ‘gram, i need a red check (i need a red check)
she a bad b+tch if you see her ’round me (if you see her ’round me)
n+ggas lyin’, tellin’ hoes that they be around me (n+ggas lyin’)
got a model b+tch at tam’s, finna eat pastrami (what you want?)
[verse 5: jeeezy]
yeah, them n+ggas got bands if you see ’em by me (big bands)
weak b+tches don’t deserve to even be around me (on my mama)
pull the lam’ on the block, i don’t be in downey (godd+mn)
she let me f+ck her every time her n+gga in the county (every time)
every time she let me f+ck, she let me hold somethin’ (let me hold somethin’)
got my b+tch hair braided and her toes done (and her toes done)
only time i hit her up when she post somethin’ (she post somethin’)
if the clan have a show, then it’s hoes comin’ (that’s for sure)
might not make it to that b+tch, i just poured somethin’ (poured somethin’)
i just got my passport, i’m tryna go to london (i’ma go to london)
fourth and long, goin’ for it, n+gga, we ain’t puntin’ (h+ll nah)
talkin’ nasty on twitter, but i got her runnin’ (yeah, i got her)
mclaren sittin’ low as f+ck, i’m just pressin’ b+ttons (pressin’ b+ttons)

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