| Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
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| Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
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| You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
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| Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
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| She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
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| All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
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| I was young with the heat, walkin' round with burners
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| Wishing I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner
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| Na-na-oh, nah-oh
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| Na-na-oh, nah-oh
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| Na-na-oh, nah-oh
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| Why this bitch tryna play me? |
| Are you crazy?
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| Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
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| Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
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| Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
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| Why is bitches tryna play me? |
| Are you crazy?
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| I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
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| I can’t let her have my baby, I’m nothin' shady
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| Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
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| Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m 'bout to shoot
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| Boom! |
| Everybody running out the room
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| Boom! |
| Everybody begging «Don't shoot»
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| Boom! |
| Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
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| You a bum, are you dumb?
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| Try me, I got this gun
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| Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
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| Bitch, you was expecting for me to hit
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| That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit
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| Sawed off in the damn drawer
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| Got a .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
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| Only time she ever call is for the banana
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| I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer
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| Why this bitch tryna play me? |
| Are you crazy?
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| Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
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| Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
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| Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
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| Why this bitch tryna play me? |
| Is she crazy?
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| That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
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| Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
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| I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it phase me
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| Fuck nigga
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| I’ma swerve in the MayBach, I’ma do some damage
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| Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
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| I heard niggas talking 'bout they gon' run down on us
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| Pull up windows down in a fucking Lamb truck
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
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| Scott Storch |