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(Puffin) Uh huh | Sledgren | Uh -
(Puffin) Uh huh Sledgren Uh - Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mu'fuckin' animal Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew) On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate Bitch I'm out in different states, politic'n, and gettin cake Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs Run with them niggas holdin Glocks like it's columbine (pop, pop, pop) I'm a star, ain't a choice so I gotta shine Far as Pittsburgh, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme Grind all the time ever since the first day Now I'm gettin cake like everyday became my birthday Something like an earthquake, the way this shit drop I be at the tip top posted with a big knot You ain't know ho you sit at home and just watch Less then haters, stone cold spectators Same lame's turn out to be investigators No where near comfortable need extra paper Got the city on smash, the streets on lock A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk Ay, ay The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them If he trick the team, buck 45's on him When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him You scrubs show them groupies love, I just style on them Seen me and my guys, blow a couple thou' on em But don't trip I'm with a clique that's know to wild stump ya Fuck around dump ya You ain't heard, we in the Burgh Nigga's put they gun down, fuck around, jump ya Leave ya slump with ya block knocked off I be ridin, something classic with the top dropped off Rol
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