| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames
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| ‘Cause they just test me
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| Talk about your ice, lil bitch
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| That shit does not impress me
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| Walk ‘round with a limp
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| Because my pockets way too heavy
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| I used to sell bricks
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| I got my bag and now we set, G
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| I ain't the same as you
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| Ain't playin the same games as you
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| There's really no taming me
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| But I do not think that is the same for you
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| We ridin‘ around on our bullshit
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| Clutchin on, the good shit
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| We can come back anytime
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| But we 'bout to unload a full clip, uh
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| Tomboys gotta do all they can
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| Just to get to you to show fear
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| That‘s why I never sleep covering my ears
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| Everything you say, you could bet that I hear
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| Look around all day, who stares?
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| Can‘t I make this clearer?
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| I‘m a real dog, boxed up
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| Grew up, I don't hang with lames
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| I don't have no peers
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| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames
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| ‘Cause they just test me
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| Talk about your ice, lil bitch
|
| That shit does not impress me
|
| Walk ‘round with a limp
|
| Because my pockets way too heavy
|
| I used to sell bricks
|
| I got my bag and now we set, G
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| All they can
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| Just to get to you to show fear
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| That‘s why I never sleep covering my ears
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| Everything you say, you could bet that I hear
|
| Look around all day, who stares?
|
| Can‘t I make this clearer?
|
| I‘m a real dog, boxed up
|
| Grew up, I don't hang with lames
|
| I don't have no peers
|
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames
|
| ‘Cause they just test me
|
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch
|
| That shit does not impress me
|
| Walk ‘round with a limp
|
| Because my pockets way too heavy
|
| I used to sell bricks
|
| I got my bag and now we set, G
|
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames
|
| ‘Cause they just test me
|
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch
|
| That shit does not impress me
|
| Walk ‘round with a limp
|
| Because my pockets way too heavy
|
| I used to sell bricks
|
| I got my bag and now we set, G |