| I don’t ask, I just take
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| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay
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| Far away from all their claims
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| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes
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| I don’t ask, I just take
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| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay
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| Far away from all their claims
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| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes
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| I don’t need a number to be a savage
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| My thug’s life got a little more lavish
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| She sucked a dick, she’s speaking non-Spanish
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| Pussy get wet, absorbing that damage
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| I know you, bad actor, what you’re holding under your mattress
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| Boy, stop playing like it’s a gun, it’s just fucking Tetris
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| Sometimes all I really want just to fuck my illy hella hoes
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| All they stay at home smoke that sticky-icky Cali weed dro
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| All by myself, don’t need no help, hoe
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| I will rob your wealth, tho
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| All black in the stealth mode
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| Got my own flow
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| Bet the bitch skeet up on a good blow
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| Yeah I’m talking about that yay-yo
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| She goes down when I say so
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| She’s a ratchet, no halo
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| Moving silent I stay low
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| Pussy, I’m in my hood 24 hours a day
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| And it always snows so I was working like a slave
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| No fear, we let it sprint
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| Came from the motherland of the AK
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| I don’t get what you’re saying, you’re super-sayings
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| But you’re super lame, gonna put you in the grave
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| All the shit you put is fun, gotta drum-rum
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| Bo-bo-bo-bom, hold me in your dome
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| Mother looks at her son, I start my work
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| When the sun goes down (ding-dong)
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| Stuck in the damn streets with no exit
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| 'Bout to get a hookup, hoes start flexing
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| Fuck a jealousy, if they wanna be fancy
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| They better wanna be when the diamonds are dancing
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| Any motherfucker wanna test me, bitches, cars
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| Think twice before you wanna play
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| 'Cause you don’t know shit about us
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| Bitches call me Ruso Papi, Ruso Papi
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| This rap shit is my life, ain’t my hobby
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| Don’t care who you with and who you copy
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| I’ve always been there to help somebody
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| You still filming shit you ain’t got
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| I know your bitch, and she a thot
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| I’m posted up with my heathens on my block
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| Get the fuck outta here when I do my job
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| I don’t ask, I just take
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| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay
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| Far away from all their claims
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| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes |