[Intro: Sample]
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[Verse 1: Black Kray]
Bitch hit me up, told me that "I want shit"
I hit her back, and said, "Bitch, you better lick the dick" (Yeah)
Ridin', ridin' 'round town, ain't got shit to do
My dick was hella soft, I nutted on her Gucci shoes
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten bitches, coke whores, sniffin' hella keys
I ain't trippy, but my n***a be on LSD
Red eyes, gold teeth, tell me that ain't steez
Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Mickey D's
Number Eight, large fries, dollar sweet tea
Gold herringbone chain, just like Ice-T
Threw on my black frames, then I hit the trees
Hit the reefer, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah
In the '80s, I'm a fuckin' '90s baby
Tryin' to jack my fuckin' steez? Bitch, you must be crazy
I'm a lazy ass n***a when I beat my dick

[Chorus: Black Kray]
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
[Bridge]
What the hell you talking about?

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know I got the lean
Black Kray, and Chris Travis, bitch, that's hella steez
Got my n***a Ethelwulf, rollin' up the green
Got my fingers all sticky, stirring up that pink
"N***a, what's in yo' cup?" What the fuck you think?
Got his bitch on my dick askin' for a drink
And fuck you posin' ass n***as, always tryin' to scheme
Ho, this how we live, n***a, what the fuck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene
Drink might be purple or it might be green
I don't really give a fuck 'bout what you n***as think
Just leave me alone, before I get that beam
I'm 'bout fuckin' bitches, and illegal things
Me and my n***as, we be chillin', playin' Saints Row 3
Shake junt, shake junt, what the fuck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, bitch, we 'bout that green

[Chorus: Black Kray]
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
Sniffin' dirty keys, sniffin' dirty keys
[Verse 3: Xavier Wulf]
We all off in the party, hella hard, we got the bars
The bitches fiendin' and they all wanna be pornstars
I took her to the car 'cause I didn't park far
We hit the store to re-up on chips and to get bars
And now, she fallin' hard, tryin' to fuck me in the car
She high as fuck, she do not know where the fuck we are
My fingers got the scars, dime bags selling hard
I'm in the melting servin', 'cause the sacks selling far
And n***as know about it, 'cause its thrax to the tar
We smoking where we are, windowing out of the stars
I'm bangin' shit hella hard, eighty sacks for the calls
And I should get an applause, for the way I get her drawls
And I ain't even tryin' to throw no salt up on yo' seasonin'
But boy, I be the reason yo' bitch is always creepin'
So next time she tell ya, "Not tonight," she feelin' sleepy
You should take a listen in my bedroom squeakin'
Bitch

[Chorus: Black Kray]
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten coke whores, sniffin' dirty keys
[Outro: Black Kray]
Sniffin' dirty keys, sniffin' dirty keys
Sniffin'