| Woke up early kinda dizzy vision blurry feeling not a single worry i’ll leave
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| that to my attorney/ i feel like I’m curry with the way i fucking burry
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| competition in a hurry tell them all to feel the fury/
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| This for all them bitches who had curved me in the past/
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| Now this cash makes me worthy of that ass, but i’ll pass, that shit dirty/
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| Plus i laugh cause you hurtin'/ you’z a bad fucking person/ why you flirtin'?
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| oh this bag gots you workin' thats for certain/
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| Look, dominant i had a hard life
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| Now my confidence is at an all high/
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| Profiting i make the opposite of what you fraud guys call a small pie/
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| Mobb life, Steve Harvey i got large ties/
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| Boss guy, with a piece on me got the streets calling me the all wise, all rise/
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| Tarantino when i shoot
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| Do you dare to see the proof?
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| Hit casinos in a suit with some women while I’m winning loot
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| Ric Flair with the whoo!
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| Ric Flair with the whoo!
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| Pimp boss got you pissed off cause i drip sauce from the juice
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| Woke up, hit a milestone/ broke up with my side bone/ no love how i change up
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| like the passcode on my iPhone/
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| All she getting is a dial tone/ hows it feel to get styled on?/
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| Mad at me till I see her later than stretch the pussy like nylon
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| I am a common believer, life is like follow the leader/ when you start reaching
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| the top they all become bottom feeders/
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| They quick to see dollars and beamers, don’t let them borrow neither/ see we
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| some ballers keeping bottles homie by the liter/ mami’s wild like a diva,
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| got her eyes on my visa/ after i skeet her I’ma leave her like hasta la vista/
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| I’m sorry mama sita, this is bye bye felicia/ you’ll be lucky if i even buy you
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| a slice of pizza/
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| Thats a definite decision
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| Back up give Lyst his distance
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| Before my fists' get risen
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| Hit you get you quick to stiffen
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| Livin like this you wishin'
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| Sippin to twist my vision
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| Pimpin your bitch I gave her this dick for kissin', isn’t/
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| This kid so horny brodie/ these hoes don’t know me homie/ they got me yellin
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| holy moly when they blow me slowly/
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| He keep that codeine dont he?/ yall be some corny phonies/ yall be balogne dont
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| want beef yall wanting poultry only/
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| They see the cake I’m making/ yes A gon' bring home the bacon/ it’s major paper
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| I’m chasing/ there’s basically no debating/ that greatness is in the making/ so
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| take my phrases and praise them, embrace them as motivation, don’t mistake them |