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This is Waynes verse to the song. Its very rough at the moment and I need some corrections. Please feel free to help fill in the blanks 
uhh, Goons on deck
Mally dont shoot em'
Silence on the gun
Watch a nigga mute em'
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a Jalape�o
Im from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all yall fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin bout shit, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
Wit a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day
I blow your candles out, Now nigga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Yall niggas aint eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin
I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gate'n
Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
Hair still plaited, Thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, hip-hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck like rabbits
Dope dope Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uhh
Mally dont shoot em'
Silence on the gun
Watch a nigga mute em'
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these niggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit ya
The weed broke down like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a Jalape�o
Im from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all yall fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin bout shit, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade's house
Wit a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day
I blow your candles out, Now nigga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Yall niggas aint eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin
I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gate'n
Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil traffic
Hair still plaited, Thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, hip-hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck like rabbits
Dope dope Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uhh
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