| Yeah
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| I don’t wanna hear them talk there
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| Road that I step pon, you could never walk there
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| Might get corn and your outline chalk there
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| Yeah
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| I don’t wanna hear them talk there
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| Road that I step pon, you could never walk there
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| Might get corn and your outline chalk there
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| Man thought he could try rob my grub
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| But he didn’t know I had a butterfly tucked
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| Butterflies in his belly, but he ain’t in love
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| He’s wet, man, he’s bleeding, he’s leaking blood
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| Me and Merk fly through your crib like house moth
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| When I kick doors, new garms, I got pouch off
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| Back to the trap, gotta drop nine ounce off
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| Drop that, make a quick call, then I bounce off
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| Yeah, I’m out for the red nose
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| Chat bad when I’ve got the po and man get smoked
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| If I’ve got the Ramsay out then man get poked
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| Nuttin' like Sherlock when I’m in a trench coat
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| Your wife’s giving off peng blows
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| I was on the opp block, smoke plus ten toes
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| Don’t tell man about you’ve got peng Os
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| Cause it’s no face, no case when the skeng blows |