| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hol' up
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| Zipper gang shit
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| Hol' up
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| You wanna play rough?
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| OKAY
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| Boy, we was raised from them shoulders
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| Turn you to victims or soldiers
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| You smell the death 'round the corners
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| But baby we used to the odors
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| You better pay what you owe us or you’ll be a gift to the Lords
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| Ou baby, thugging it costs, summertime, block in the shorts
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| I’m 'posed to die tonight, see if they stick to the course
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| I get the brrrt from the source
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| I put the lock in her jaws
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| 100's and 50's all over them titties, but please baby keep all the locks off my
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| doors
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| Dropping a 5 in a liter, drop from the top like she Lita
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| She got the throat of a diva and got a face like Aaliyah
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| Treat her like I don’t need her, dismissed
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| Bending corner, wig shopping, ay
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| Put you on a shirt and get a day
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| Zipper gang, we pull up, leave a stain
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| 1Up, 2Up, 3Up, beat the case
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| Youngin’s thirsty, lurking for a name
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| Close or open casket for the fame
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| All depending how you wanna play
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need all that (yeah, so)
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| All that, bitch, you smacked (yeah, so)
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| Headshot, face shot, neck shot, all that (yeah, so x2)
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| Flatline, you dig? |
| (yeah, so x2)
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| Well
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| I’m 'posed to die tonight
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| I’m 'posed to die tonight
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| But it look like a night to remember
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| But it look like a night to remember
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| You already know who the fuck it is man
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| You already know who the fuck it be
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| Mr. Stop Fucking Playing With Me, man
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| Pull up, hop out, take your bitch, get knocked the fuck out
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| No type time, I’m on no type time, we on pussy
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| Walked in, I looked like the man of the hour
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| The one with the pistol, the one with the power
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| Your bitch suckin' dick cause her nigga a coward
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| Got paid off it all, from the pills to the powder
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| Doing business so they hatin' it
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| If we want it then we takin' it
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| Chalk line, yellow tape and shit
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| Smut her out, you probably datin' it
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| Got the package and I made it flip
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| He got hit, then we arrangin' it
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| Shells in faces, we in enragin' it
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| Diamonds dance like a Jamaican bitch
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| Dirty Whine on the necklace
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| DUI, I’m ridin' reckless
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| Uh, yeah, she on ya line for the textin'
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| And she in my spot for the sex, nigga
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| Yeah, So, No
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| Gang member, flame sender
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| Bad man, mad man
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| Red ragging, toe tagging
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| Rack stackin', no lackin', nigga
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| Keep it bool or else we uppin' toolies
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| Clips on clips, it ain’t no fuckin' movie
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| Don’t associate with fuckin' goofies
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| I’m 'posed to die tonight
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| I’m 'posed to die tonight
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| But it look like a night to remember
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| But it look like a night to remember |