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Who the hell?\nFlashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale\nWe got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\nIt's red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\nTwenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\nAnd they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\nWe in this bitch (we in this bitch yeah we in this bitch yeah)\nWe got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\nLet's toast it up to that life and I mean it\nYou know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous\nZone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs\nI'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though\nDisrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know\nNiggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though\nCold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo\nIt finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes\nPaid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so\nExcuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually\nBut I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security\nI'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin' jet\nBoucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?\nAmerican at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy\nPocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy\nHoes jockin', on Twitter trending topic\nFuture, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping\nWe got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\nIt's red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\nTwenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\nAnd they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\nWe in this bitch (we in this bitch yeah we in this bitch yeah)\nWe got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\nLet's toast it up to that life and I mean it\nI'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks\nCall me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch\nSuper drink, super smoke and some super hoes\nVip looking like we won the fucking Superbowl\nThirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it\nYou been in more laps than the Indy 500\nConjure's what we drinking, faded til the world end\nNever see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend\nLudacris, I been a staple in this Southern game\nGot the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern 'caine\nMy money's louder, you rappers need to hush more\nMy presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore\nOn the island and my phone is hitting dead spots\nAltoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box\nYou could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish\nBut eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.13] (Pluto, Dram') We in this bitch (Actually can I talk?)\n[00:11.63] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\n[00:14.90] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\n[00:18.02] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\n[00:21.27] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\n[00:24.45] We in this bitch (we in this bitch yeah we in this bitch yeah)\n[00:30.02] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\n[00:33.49] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it\n[00:36.88] We in this bitch, we in this ho\n[00:40.01] I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico\n[00:43.06] Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow\n[00:46.18] You should see my gangster grill, look like the shit from blow\n[00:49.43] Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?\n[00:52.43] You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?\n[00:55.58] What about a nine on the gas grill?\n[00:58.60] Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill\n[01:01.76] So many horses in the 'Rari, park it in the barn\n[01:04.84] Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm\n[01:08.03] And this bad bitch with me from another planet\n[01:11.14] Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it\n[01:14.36] Hey baby girl, hang the phone up\n[01:17.50] No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up\n[01:20.53] What the fuck? Who the hell?\n[01:23.74] Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale\n[01:26.60] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\n[01:29.66] It's red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\n[01:32.83] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\n[01:35.86] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\n[01:39.07] We in this bitch (we in this bitch yeah we in this bitch yeah)\n[01:44.84] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\n[01:48.26] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it\n[01:51.65] You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous\n[01:54.51] Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs\n[01:57.60] I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though\n[02:00.95] Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know\n[02:03.86] Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though\n[02:07.13] Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo\n[02:10.01] It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes\n[02:13.46] Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so\n[02:16.40] Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually\n[02:19.51] But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security\n[02:22.18] I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin' jet\n[02:25.85] Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?\n[02:28.94] American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy\n[02:32.09] Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy\n[02:35.12] Hoes jockin', on Twitter trending topic\n[02:38.03] Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping\n[02:41.11] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\n[02:44.54] It's red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\n[02:47.63] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\n[02:50.69] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\n[02:53.84] We in this bitch (we in this bitch yeah we in this bitch yeah)\n[02:58.80] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\n[03:02.89] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it\n[03:06.26] I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks\n[03:09.56] Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch\n[03:12.74] Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes\n[03:15.88] Vip looking like we won the fucking Superbowl\n[03:18.94] Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it\n[03:21.70] You been in more laps than the Indy 500\n[03:24.67] Conjure's what we drinking, faded til the world end\n[03:28.06] Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend\n[03:31.40] Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game\n[03:34.49] Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern 'caine\n[03:37.55] My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more\n[03:40.76] My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore\n[03:43.83] On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots\n[03:46.98] Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box\n[03:50.13] You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish\n[03:53.19] But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We In This Bitch feat. 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come late\nAnd bring all her tips through\nBreak up her weed while I break down my issues\nGet paper she blows that\nThe next day you know thaaat\nDay dream at night time I think too much\nThen I hit the night club till it's day time\nAnd I drink too much\nNot time for no good girl\nThey hold on and they clinge to much\nI just wanna hood bitch that tells me that I sing too much\nAhh yeeeeahh shout out to the women playing ya'll position\nI be movin' through my city like a politician\nHope you don't judge me\nCause me and you are not all that different\nYou made me this way, you made me famous\nYou all assisted\nNew niggas tryna shine\nI didn't condone it\nBut I'm back in this bitch\nReliving the moment\nI'm about to have it popping off again\nDrama 'bout to make it rain on Mary Poppins\nAnd her friends\n\nWe got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\nRed-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\nTwenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check 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Who the hell?\nFlashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale\n\nWe got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on\nRed-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?\nTwenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone\nAnd they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong\nWe in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)\nWe got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English\nLet's toast it up to that life and I mean it\n\nYou know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous\nZone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs\nI'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though\nDisrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know\n\nNiggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though\nCold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo\nIt finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes\nPaid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so\n\nExcuse me, who is he? 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