Intro: Young Thug
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Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
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Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
verse 1: Young Scooter
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Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
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Fuckin' with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
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Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don't check no price
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My lil' bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
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I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
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You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I'll give you 25 racks
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How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don't worry 'bout that
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Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
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Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
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If anything missin', just connect the dots
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Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
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Street Lottery, they waitin' on my album to drop
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