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Woo! Woo! Lets get it No 3 Irv Wattup Bro Flash Don't shoot Nobody bro DDB SHIT Lets Get it (1) I'ma Monster you can see it All These bitches wanna fuck me If you ain't talking bout no money Baby Girl you ain't lucky Hell Yea I'm Conceited Hell Yea she can beat it Keep Sending me these messages Hell Naw I can't Read it(Lets Get It) Smoking Dope like I hide it Got two Bitches ima pimp Getting all Sonic Money Hell Yea Shawn Kemp .40 Shot Make em Limp That Choppa make his ass rip Oh Shit here Come 12 Call Moe Time to dip Finesse a plug out a pint Now Everybody Sipping Popped me two Beans Hell Naw man im trippin Rob Dude now he missing In The kitchen cooking Chicken Fucking up my whole wrist Tryna Cook me a brick DDB That's my Gang You Can't hang where i hang Baby Girl Gimme Brain Like a bird you can sing Duck Duck, You The Goose Got Some shooters Man They Loose Catch a Opp Man they Lacken I swear to god they gon shoot All these niggas out here acting I swear to they god man they fuu Talking like you got some money Boy you lying through your tooth What had gotten into you You got some pounds I need 2 Talking like he got that weight I put them Robbers on you Aye some one pass me that water man Aye pass me that water Hol up Hol up Hol up Hol Up This lil bitch all on me and she shaking that ass And the way that she do it, she do it real fast I know she want money, girl I am no dummy And you smiling so much, girl what is so funny? (Hol up) Bitch I smoking, bitch I been dranking I've been popping these pills, so much I ain't thinking Im moving in slo-mo, I feel like an asian You talking to 12, I talk to Ben Franklin I look up to the lord, Im thanking my graces These bitches they going, these hoes is so basic My lil niggas thirsty, they taking yo cake They kick in yo door, put you in your basement And I keep my thirty, you Im never lacking You run up on me, you know that its cracking You say you a tough guy, you dont want no action Im balling so hard I think on the Mavericks. (Woah) I got the xans for the low These bitches they coming for more You can get them two for four They banging and beating the door Like a cover I won't fold Leprechaun all on gold My lil niggas strapped like Girbauds They grimy and kicking in doors Magazine get exposed They put the red dot on your nose They wack you and back on the road Yes, I want five for a show Can't chill with these niggas they fold D-D-B, you already know Man I'm off drugs with the hoes. (Lets get it)