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DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Yo, cranberry red while I ride back to back Half-pint of Cognac in my Gucci backpack Hey, this ain't no game, we ain't playin' blackjack (Buh) And we been on your block like I got a bad back Might move to Orlando like Shaq Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood Access Letras de cancionesAll-all-all this fuckin' ice, y'all should call me treasure chest (DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul) Uh, I might I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist Strawberry wrist, Caddy roar into Saks Fifth Pull up to the Saks and the kids go, "That's him" They selling' candy, I give 'em all a fifty, it's that simple Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the po-po Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call— Thi-thi-thirty in the clip, thirty on the wrist Niggas' loose lips sink Titanic ships (Buh, buh) She opened up her box like I had a gift They like, "How these niggas cross you and you ain't mad at them?" (Buh, buh) Glock got no kickback, like White Men Can't Jump You know I won't come if my gang can't come Shawty know Chief Sosa, kick it like Daniel son You wanna make up, well, bitch, I could buy you one, ayy Uh, real F&N with fudge handle Cat colored with peach bandana Moonwalk like Tony Danza (DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul) Who the boss, Dale Daniel Tony Ride through the night with the white pony Wall paint, I sip syrup a lot in the white Sprite Chief Keef likes to keep it real muddy Double cup, pint sippin' buddy Karate chop on peanut butter Birthday, worst day First day, charge happenin', briefcase Aquaberry, blue Batman CAT scan on the back of my right hand Me and gang four deep NBA game, floor seats Flamin' door, blunts up They threatenin' to call the police Nigga, you don't know me Know I get that goat cheese Steady buyin' PT It's like that shit is OE We at your chin like a goatee She thirsty to throat me They hate me, then so it be Count the check, be lowkey Please do not approach me Tryin' to provoke me Got the rifle in case they assault me DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul From Letras Mania