yep, i'm back

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now everybody get your hands up

now everybody get your hands up

loso

more better more cheddar

i do the rolls i am not a more wetter?

challenge me with the bling these niggas know better

the wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters

hoes better

have a fall back attack

come through like a funeral all black on black

couple six deuces

all back to back

few flying spurs all back to back

need a 04

05 dunking and them

when it come to making o's we like dunking with them

naaaah i ain't talking donuts

i'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts

you couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes

but you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed

damn skippy those seats is peanut butter

you never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and

yep i'm back stunting

yep i'm back fronting

yep i'm somebody who made something outta nothing

yep i know you see something you wanting

it's just something about me you can't go with out me you all

said you can't go without me you all

said you can't go without me you all

now everybody get your hands up

now everybody get your hands up

more stunting

more fronting

how you getting it homie

show something

you can ask about him

he go hard

with that a.m.e.x. negro card

last time i was seen in a strip club

rain

i hurricane katrina the strip club

may i

say i

made a way?

stay fly 'til the

day i

fade away

hey i pray i stay out of a

haters way

lemme play like a.i. and just get to the point

lemme hear 'em say aah

when he spit to the joint

you gonna hear a spray

rrrraaa

when i get to the joint

and a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gone

come like them dudes came for tony at the babylon

rapid fire

do you know a rapper flyer?

the l-o-s-o

i guess no

now everybody get your hands up

now everybody get your hands up

more wining more dining

slow winding gangsters throw signs and

i can't help that the chain is so shining

that the shit on my wrist is just co-signing

they don't search us they know we got the flames

but they still let us slide through the door like cramer

i believe in god

but my true religion

is stuffing big faces down in these true religions

we everywhere you ain't never there

new coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs

pushing something we ain't got our names on

2 '07's neither one of us is james bond

we in the v.i.p.'s with the big names

fendi aviator shades with the big frames

the streets is watching the hood is looking

brooklyn's back n look at how good i'm looking

now everybody get your hands up

now everybody get your hands up