| I always love you to my dawg and this the thanks that I get
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| Coulda fucked your friend and this the thanks that I get
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| Put you niggas on and this the thanks that I get
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| I broke bread with you niggas, this the thanks that I get
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| The thanks that I get, this the thanks that I get
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| The thanks that I get, this the thanks that I get
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| I Put you niggas on and this the thanks that I get
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| I broke bread with you niggas, this the thanks that I get
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| I’m losing hard for these niggas
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| Gotta make it hard for these niggas, pressed
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| Hundred round drawn for these niggas pressed
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| Yellow tape, white sheet and cold stretch
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| But this the motherfucking thanks that I get
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| This purgatory lead to Judas, it’s same old shit
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| I’on need to flag or big gate you the same old bitch
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| Feels like a gazelle, all so draining and shit
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| Never lost a friend that I wanted back
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| Give him the sermon, I’m finished shit when we here to act
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| Bitches change, niggas change that won’t last forever
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| I’m a put blood over these niggas so it’s fuck you forever
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| I remember the time we were in the gutter
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| I guess it was fake when we were together
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| But hard to pray, no pressure
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| I was with you when I met ya, no talking forever |