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Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse 1]
Uh
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In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
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She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
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Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
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Yeah, Stunna number block
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This New Orleans milly rock
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Let 'em milly rock
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Me and woe don't really rock
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Evidently not, brrrr
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Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
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In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
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I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
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I did a show with Ja
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Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
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Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
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Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
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They threw me in the box, eight months tops
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Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
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Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
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The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
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Hello?
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I ball too hard, they flop, woah
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And all of these bitches got ass
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How did they get it so fast?
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They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
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In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
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M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock

[Chorus]
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Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
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And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah

[Verse 2]
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And I, fuck, these, hoes
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If, I, don't, doze
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Off, on, that drank
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If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
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Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
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Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
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All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
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The fireman and fire starter, need water
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Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
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All of my bitches, they're new
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They got more bitches than you
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All of these hoes is gon' loose
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But my bitch keep me in the loop
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She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
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My woadies come out like a troop
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Innocent bystander, oops
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Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
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I'm in a pineapple coupe
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Passin' you up like juke
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Turnin' heads like a screw
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Give that ho a tip
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Enough to buy a whip
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Give that ho some sip
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She fall asleep, I dip
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I'm rich, bitch
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Money, Mitch
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What's in that, bag?
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14, bricks
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You got 14 bricks in that bag?
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Used to, used to drive a Masi'
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Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
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Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
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Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
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Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
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I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
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It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
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OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
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Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
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It's the, it's the Roc, uh
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Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
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I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah