| We bought good drank
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| We bought clothes
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| We bought pills for all these hoes
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| They get bled when we got beef
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| God forgive us, we don’t mean it
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| The only time I see the fam is funeral homes
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| We talk bout who dead or who beefing the list get long
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| It’s black on the windshield it feels like I’m driving blind
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| Trying to convince myself that I ain’t lost my mind
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| We get it out
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| We keep it going
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| She want the clout
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| I’m already knowing
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| She’s easier said than done
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| But I want her
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| No diva she must love guns
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| Cause we tote em, slow rolling
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| And we extorting
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| Beef — ain’t no shortage
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| Disrespect cheap but I cannot afford it
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| Ho get in line cause we backed up on orders
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| Fuck that lil sack what you got on the mortgage
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| She ain’t no earner then she not important
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| Join the ecosystem I can’t support her
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| Selling hydros she got from her abortion
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| Blick you on camera and sell you the footage it’s money in everything
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| Melt down the brass from these F and N bullets and make us some wedding rings
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| Now or never never power struggle we a power couple can you dig? |
| Zip a bag take your friends shopping tell em meet my partners at the crib
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| You ain’t got to count the money I don’t wanna know how much I’m bout to spend
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| My heart a glacier this pain a tsunami the ice water flooded my ribs
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| We had a picnic in the cemetery it’s cool that’s where everyone’s headed
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| We just came a lil early- and we ready cause
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| We bought good drank
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| We bought clothes
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| We bought pills for all these hoes
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| They get bled when we got beef
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| God forgive us, we don’t mean it |