| That nigga slidin' through
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| And fuck these bitches too, I need blue faces
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| Don’t be mad your bitch choose me
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| Yeah she blew me, bitch barely even knew me, knew me
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| It was me and bro up in that hoopty
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| Seen a block, spin the block, had to do him
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| Fuck the opps, we just scored, we up today
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| Back to the block to celebrate, bitch, hooray
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| Hah, baby dig my swag, hah, touché
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| Then she gave me top, hah, toupée
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| Hah, ballin' on these niggas, hah, 2K (Swish)
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| No circle, small dot, these niggas two-faced
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| Fuck these bitches too, I need blue faces
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| And the weed I smoke a hundred, bitch, grade A shit
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| My bitch said you wanna fuck me and my mans too
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| So we ran the bitch like some tennis shoes
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| Baby ate the dick with no utensils
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| Shawty had good brain but she skipped school
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| Ayy, money on my mind, my mind
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| Since I lost bro, I been on my mind, my mind
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| Bodies droppin' murder all around, around
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| Red rum, red rum, all around, around
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| Red rum, all around, around
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| Red rum, red rum, all around, around
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| Red rum, all around, around |
| Red rum, red rum, all around, around |