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(And the winner is) (Concrete) Yeah (phew), yeah (phew, phew) I'm a five-star Concrete Boy Sip tata, pull a bad bitch for a side bar (what?) He a opp, pull out the spikes (phew) Ten chains on, changin' the lights And we all keep a blick, we don't fight (yeah) Keep a dyke with me, she pipe (yeah) My cup dark as the Snipes (yeah) My bitch home high as a kite (yeah) It's probably a Perc', her vice (yeah) I rather codeine with the ice (what?) My diamonds, it's bigger than- (yeah) My diamonds, it's bigger than rice (yeah) My dog here with me, no lice (urgh) Big mansion, came from the mice (phew) I do a ho V-103 (103) I'm quick to let a bitch go (go) I got residue stuck in the cup (okay) I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay) Make a threat, and I promise, won't sweat at all One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr) Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go (vrr) Two chains on me on the strip (okay) Two guns made me walk with a limp (pow-pow) I got bitches galore, I'm a pimp (what else?) Don't compare me to them boys, simp (phew) This shit big, put it on a blimp (okay) 40 bands on me, Shawn Kemp (frr) Me and my dogs locked in to the end We stuck together, Veneer temps ('03) I'm quick to let a bitch go (go) I got residue stuck in the cup (okay) I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay) I'm quick to let a bitch go One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr) Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go, go I step trim, my bitch trim (brr) Invade that nigga block, Invader Zim I got a Glock, I don't fade with him Can't pay him attention, can't pay his rent Got me bent, broke-ass ho can't get a cent My teeth diamonds implanted in it Volume two, we been planning this shit Out in the house, fuck it, empty the clip Don't even trip, just plead the fifth I had a six, but I poured me a fifth Five-star hoes, I got Max in here She got 2T on her lip My house nice, no moodboard Dubbing your bitch 'cause I'm not in the mood for it Don't know my name, just call me the groove boy Huh, If the glove fit, I can't lose out or miss W's in chat, go big body Benz Nothing through the Scat the whip all got pressure for the flat But the 'Crete staying always on ten My timing is perfect, I move with precision Pressure make diamonds, I'm cool with the tension Never had a stylist, I swear I've been different We flexing our muscles like we finish lifting Big buds only, not smoking, no midget No budget, my pockets is fat, DJ Mustard Know them boys tender, they flock, they busters Roll me a joint, and I go get lifted Hop in the whip, and I might start drifting First round five-star, boy been committed Ay, Chat, thanks for another ten gifted 'Crete lifestyle, Volume two, this shit different I'm quick to let a bitch go (go) I got residue stuck in the cup (okay) I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay) I'm quick to let a bitch go One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr) Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go, go