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Ali Bomaye

[Intro: Game]Get my people out them chains niggaI mean handcuffs, time to man upPut my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruhCause I'm a black man, in a PhantomOr is it cause my windows tinted?Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in itYou mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring breakWell, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Yeah, roll another one cause I’m winninIn my four door looking real photogenicGentleman attire, in threads that won’t expireI’m in a class of my own, my teacher got firedMoney getting long, pussy rate keep risingVersace outfit cost me 3,000From the P houses, did it from the wee hoursSelling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sourFirst you get the power, then you get respectI’m getting so much money I can buy ya bitchTake it how you wanna, if you wanna take itI like clubs where all the women working nakedFell in love with a waitress what the fuck I’m thinkingBought that ho a ring it was for her pinkyUhn, that’s pimpin’ that’s slickGot a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

[Verse 2: Game]Fuck y'all mad at me forGot a black card, and a black phantomWith a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the ChiGot two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)

[Hook 1: Game]Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye'sAli Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

[Verse 3: Game]Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on itHer bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on itFree Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-MurderLike New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murdersAnd my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgersI'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burnersGot coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burnersGot dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retailYou a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, SprewellI'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that KAnd that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona GayeBut they yellin'...

[Hook 2: Game]Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!Thank God that a nigga seen another dayAli Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]I take my case to trial, hire the Dream TeamRobbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen thingsI dream big, I think sharpInhale smoke, Hawaiian tree barkHumble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourselfRun to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelfI got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majorsHit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavementGold medals on my neck, I call it Michael PhelpsHoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelfNiggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at allOn the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

[Verse 5: Game]..Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm goneDisrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chromeI'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the MacExtendos in the back, gonna lapGot a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lapGot a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LaxSpeaking skateboards, where Tune at?Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back2 Chainz!

[Verse 6: 2 Chainz]Skateboard on a nigga trackNo lie, No Lie already got a plaqueMama got a house, daughter got accountsJust to think a nigga like me started with a ounceBad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em outIf them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em outThis the voice of ghetto intelligenceIf you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence

[Verse 7: Game]...For presidentsWord to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sentRiding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephantThat's a gray ghost, with the ears on itSwimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)You know I got that work on the foreman grillWeigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'Got a nigga feeling like Cassius ClayThrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

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