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Foreign cars everywhereBad bitches everywhere, take the tool everywhereWe make this money everywhereEverywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhereThese niggas straight outta the hoodThey goin’ to ParisThat whip that we whippin’ exoticThese bitches exotic on gasPull up and hop out a foreign carAnd I’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broadI’m livin’ life like an AvatarI got a stick when I pull up on y’allWho the fuck think I’m a sucka?Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?I got three bitches with meI’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck the crewWho gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?Who’s gonna stop me, boy? Who?I can’t get all of you, somebody come with meJust in case you can tie shoesHow many times have I told youIf you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude?How many times have I told youTo bring me me bags and you could be coolCheck gangLet’s have a moment of silence for niggas ain’t ’round with usDoin’ bookin’, come throughSplash on niggas, on the gas on niggasIn Milan eatin’ fettuccineFront row with the fashion show niggasFuck around and go buy a LamborghiniI’m goin’ NASCAR on niggasPuffin’ on the la laI’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IzodI’m movin’ chickens like PopeyeOld money, new moneyNigga never gettin’ old, threw a young nigga rockCookin’ up the raw dope right nowCookin’ up the raw dope right nowUsed to break down a whole ounceI used to break down a whole ounceI gotta weigh the money up nowIt’s takin’ too long for me to countDecisions, decisionsYou fuckin’ with me, that’s a head on collisionThem MACs and them TECS and them FN’s, them 9sWe hustled, we struggled, we made it and grindNigga this AvatarAye the Young Thug goin’ brazy, Young Thug goin’ brazy!Hannah Montana! Bangin’ in red bandanas, blatt, blatt!They wanna fuck on me cause I keep choppas with ammoNiggas gon’ hate on me cause I’m at the top with bro thoughOooh! Head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the 4 4Hell is you doin’?Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, niggaHalf a mil’ I done took on my street, niggaAll white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, niggaRan off with them keys, I won’t see them niggasGeeked up but the money geekI run bands up on another streetBest stylist in the world can’t dress meKeep a pistol just in case he wanna test meI keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eatI keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eatWhere’s Tar? Man I need me some XansI just left the beach I’m having all of the sandPull up and hop out a foreign carAnd I’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broadI’m livin’ life like an AvatarI got a stick when I pull up on y’allWho the fuck think I’m a sucka?Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?I got three bitches with meI’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck the crewWho gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?Who’s gonna stop me, boy? Who?I can’t get all of you, somebody come with meJust in case you can tie shoesHow many times have I told youIf you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude?How many times have I told youTo bring me me bags and you could be cool
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