[Intro] Back atcha Young OG, Clue Brooklyn... I spit that murda murda murda, that murmurmurmurda shit I spit that ggg, that ggggansta shit I spit that BrookBrookBrook, that BrBrBrBrooklyn shit [Verse 1] Ay, look The streets talkin, they say Im back lookin like me I still got it, and aint nobody took it from me They sayin Im nice, its like I hit my prime twice Im not your cup of tea, Im Patron, lime, ice Mixed in a shaker, my style is like a chilled shot Less burn, but Im still hot I charm your lady, then I strong arm your lady Tell her deflate these balls one time for Brady Its lines like that, make you rewind that back I flip mine like crack, Im trynna grind that back You see, Ive always been a hustla, cook it up for the customers Kept workin the spot til it got muscular Ya chick is a groupie, she could fit a tour bus in her Matter fact, I heard she had the whole tour bus in her You the type of sucka that fall in love and bust in her When all it ever took was one spliff to bust a bust in her Trustin her, thinkin thats your boo thing fam... Now you know why she love the WuTang Clan Shed prolly fuck anything with a new chain, man So imagine what shed do to 2 Chainz, damn... Fuck it, time to pop the new swag off I got the wave back, I took the doo rag off
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