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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 Jalapeņo
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 Jalapeņo
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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