| Freak, on the Hen' get geeked
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| Freak, uh, freak, uh
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| On the Hen' get geeked, uh
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| Shorty she a beast, ya
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| Suck it with no teeth, ya
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| We get in the streets, ya
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| Say he keep that heat, ya
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| Nigga claim it’s beef
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| Get up on your face
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| Marching with them drums
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| My lil' steppas' comin' geeked
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| Learnt out where he stay
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| Catch that nigga in his sleep, ya
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| Ya I’m fucking wit' it
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| Got to keep that shit on me, ya
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| Aye, Aye, ya
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| Just bought a new AK my Z
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| And I keep this shit with me
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| Just know ya I keep I.D., uh
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| I was thuggin' in the streets
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| Why you thug on I.G., huh
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| Know I gotta killer by me
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| Hol' up, I make your body leak
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| Swear that boy it’s fun to leak
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| Better yet meet gravity
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| Hot one, when I pull up
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| I shot some, money on your head
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| Had knocked him
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| Niggas gon' flee when the law come
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| Tell 'em what you saw
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| «Guy popped him»
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| Hell yeah!, we dropped him
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| Hell yeah!, we got him
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| Extended clip, trying to shoot up my problems
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| Trying to get you by tomorrow
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| Turned mud into model
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| Very antique, I retired her
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| Freak, uh, freak, uh
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| On the Hen' get geeked, uh
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| Shorty she a beast, ya
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| Suck it with no teeth, ya
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| We get in the streets, ya
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| Say he keep that heat, ya
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| Nigga claim it’s beef
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| Get up on your face
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| Nigga ain’t talking bout beef, uh
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| Whole team looking for a plate, huh
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| KK blowin' on tree
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| Folkhead sittin' in the basement
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| Folkhead we richer than Sony
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| I done had to cut off some homies
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| Niggas ain’t built like me
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| Walk a mile in these shoes
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| I’m a hunnid, no phony, aye
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| That me and rich lil' bastard
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| See the new whip go faster
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| Sit in the passenger
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| I be touchin' 20k and I add it up
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| Mathematics on a nigga
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| We added some choppas
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| And get to subtracting opponents
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| These niggas ain’t bad as us, huh
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| 444 in my hoodie, huh
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| Big racks proof in the pudding, huh
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| 20k put 'em in the Dickies, huh
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| We gon' have the whole hood looking, yeah
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| 32 snipers we on 'em
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| We rockin' this bitch
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| And we up 'til the mornin
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| On Jiggas, and Percocets, Ecstasy, Codeine
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| Poured up a pint
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| Now we rolling on more lean
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| Freak, uh, freak, uh
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| On the Hen' get geeked, uh
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| Shorty she a beast, ya
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| Suck it with no teeth, ya
|
| We get in the streets, ya
|
| Say he keep that heat, ya
|
| Nigga claim it’s beef
|
| Get up on your face
|
| Freak, uh, freak, uh
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| On the Hen' get geeked, uh
|
| Shorty she a beast, ya
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| Suck it with no teeth, ya
|
| We get in the streets, ya
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| Say he keep that heat, ya
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| Nigga claim it’s beef
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| Get up on your face |