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    Boy
    Boy
    Boy
    Boy

    Oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh

    So you the kang boy, how could this be boy
    You gotta be blind to sell more records than me boy
    I can't complain boy don't say my name boy
    I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy

    I'm 'bout to jet boy straight flex boy
    I'm about to round princess cut and baguette boy
    Don't disrespect boy I'll break your neck boy
    I got niggaz that Sherm it up and get wet boy

    We driving vets and Bentley coupes boy
    I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the truth boy
    I do it big boy you do it small boy
    I do some shit that you can't even do at all boy

    Platinum tooth boy make it two boy
    Come to the crib you can bowl, swim or hoop boy
    Big rule boy, what are you doing in me yard
    You can run two miles and you still in my yard

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    Boy
    Boy
    Boy
    Boy

    Quarter Quarters Nickels Dollars Dimes every time boy
    Butterfly my 84', fly first class boy
    Dipping through the hood candy coated paint boy
    Triple zero dope sacks no tax boy

    You walk fast, well I slow-poke boy
    You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy
    I keep a crease in my Dickie's when I corner hang
    I love to sip champagne, funny ass names

    Ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie
    Love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis'
    Shingles hanging from the end of my pants boy
    They love to see me do the old man dance boy

    I smoke plenty grass boy I'm touching on the ass boy
    Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
    I'm from the South boy that's how it go boy
    We like to see em' drop it down and touch they toes boy

    Boy
    Boy
    Boy
    Boy

    Lil Flipper, I flip tracks boy like crack boy
    I got that 62 inch Maybach boy two tone boy
    Let's get it on boy my money long boy
    Now we smoking zones boy come take a hit boy

    We got the shit boy
    my big clover cost the price of ten bricks boy
    I'm from the South boy don't run your mouth boy
    Shh, 'cuz I'll have Al Capone at your house boy

    Pull up in my drop top, you like boy
    To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy
    I'm like a pimp boy, I ride spinners boy
    I'm hopping out with 3000 dollar tennis boy

    Come take a look at me I'm off the chain boy
    The game over, bitch, you know my name boy
    I'm Lil Flip boy a Clover G boy
    You better free Will Lean and Pimp C boy

    Boy
    Boy
    Boy
    Boy

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