| You know what I’m sayin'
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| Fuck that plan, take off though
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| Hahaha, yeah
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin'
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin'
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| Man, bitch, that be that 'Nolia talk
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| Pull up and I hop out on a nigga, that’s that murder walk
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| Bitch say she gon' eat it all, that’s that dirty talk
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| Couldn’t find him so we killed you, that’s your brother fault
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| Pussy, I’m on the road, bitch, I’m pissy drunk
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| And I got the call that my brother slumped
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| Dropped my head, what the fuck?
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| Oh, I see how they wan' play it
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| I ain’t stoppin' 'til one of them niggas dead, and what we did?
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| Hey, slidin' through the city with that sniper on me
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| Car ain’t in my name, ain’t got no license on me
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| I be rockin' jewelry, say she like it on me |
| You know I’m on some shit when that jacket on me
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| Poppin' them pills, makin' him feel like he strong
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| He ran up, I knocked him out, eyes closed
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| Bitch, I’m a menace, you better ask 'bout Lil Dough
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| If I ain’t got it, bitch, I’ma rock, come on, bro
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin'
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin'
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| First off, I ain’t that nigga to be fucked with
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| Don’t get your head bust wide open for all that tough shit
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| I’m a lion in that jungle, I’m a gator in that water
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| I’m the cable to your charger, nigga play, he gettin' slaughtered
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| I got 'em hollerin' out that murder talk
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| Fuck around, make me murder y’all
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| Pass the church and the choir, Cadillac and the hearse involved
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| Baby Soulja don’t fuck with that, you know what’s up with that |
| 5.56's will turn a bitch to an acrobat
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| Welcome to the bottom, you pussy, this ain’t your habitat
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| Can’t leave the house without it, no guarantee you gon' make it back
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| They hit up my lil' partner and I see you but he shakin' back
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| A life of the murder and drama, wish I could take it back
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| Black and white, you ratted on such-and-such, I’m just statin' facts
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| Ten toes, never been pussy, so why I hated that
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| After cap, pull up at 6 right where your baby at
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| Fifty to get your baby back, pussy, Tweezie
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin'
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| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence
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| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business
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| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |