| Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread
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| I ain’t talking or texting, I just want some head
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| She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red
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| I ain’t flying no flags, but I’m a gangster, bitch
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| I say ''say no to drugs'' then I do that shit
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| Got a blue fleet of whips, I’m so hood nigga rich
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| You don’t like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick
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| I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don’t need a bitch
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| You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper
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| Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper
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| It’s turning, homie, that’s why you’re turning on me
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| Admit it, I made it, I can’t be faded
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| I roll it up in public, I’m a cancer, man
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| Smoke it out in the open like I’m in Amsterdam
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| I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane
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| See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am
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| You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit
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| Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks
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| Got them straps and long clips filled up with led
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| So when we counting the paper it better come back correct
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| Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread
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| Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head
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| Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?
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| Got the eye of the tiger, I’m on that animal shit
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| I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant
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| Yeah, I’m scared of rats, but I’m ready for anything
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| It’s the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face
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| See if you test me they’ll arrest me, I’ll be catching a case
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| New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid
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| Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed
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| Look at me wrong and you’re dead, you’d be very afraid
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| I don’t know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage |