| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| Life’s a bitch, and my bitch lit, fuck everybody
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| This weed loud, leave a sound clip, just like a shottie
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| So much guap, yo house can’t fuck with my lobby
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| So many bottles, forget about it, can’t feel my body
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| (Verse)
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| Wake and Bake, Wake and Bake! |
| That salt fish with that shark and steak
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| Broke up with my ex it’s reckless, I took told her my mistake
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| Then we made up, I smashed her cake
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| Then I smoked a 8th right to her face
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| drinking vintage red wine, cause I love the taste
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| Told Pedro, meet me at the docks at eight
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| Told don’t be late, don’t be late!
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| Meet me at the bando, andale
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| Trafficing weight on the interstate
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| Got me praying real hard, I don’t catch a case
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| I’m from Brooklyn, where you can’t leave yo gate
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| Crooked cops, and plus, niggas hate
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| blame the 75th precinct, cause the hood ain’t safe
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| Make the hardest gangsters, turn to God like Mase |
| High, wearing Versache getting head while
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| She stone faced, sticks and stones, she call me names
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| Tryna make my bone breake, gangja got me gone'
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| wildin' out in a zone state, I’m from where
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| Killers keep them hammers by the phone case
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| (Hook)
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| Life’s a bitch, and my bitch lit, fuck everybody
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| This weed loud, leave a sound clip, just like a shottie
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| So much guap, yo house can’t fuck with my lobby
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| So many bottles, forget about it, can’t feel my body
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| (Verse)
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody,
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| Got two middle fingers pointed at the cops
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| Stone roller gang, we a lil' too real
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| We smokin' on the kill rollin' down yo block
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| on my grind no tony hawk, now yo bitch all on my jock
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| Life’s a movie, take a shot, cause everything we do they watch
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| (bust it) Yung niggas came from nothin', don’t see me with 'em,
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| Then I cannot trust 'em |
| You see me with 'her, then you know I’m fuckin'
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| no cuffing left her at the broadway junction
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| In Brooklyn, with the crooks them, I’mma Harlem boy
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| We rollin', stone rollin', and, we makin' noise
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| Hear the base, nigga, like 25 spliffs to the face, nigga
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| Got 25 bitches in my place, nigga
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| But you can’t come, cause I hate niggas
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody,
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| I might fuck yo mamma
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| It’s Black Dave and it’s William Wilson and it ain’t no drama
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| (Hook)
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
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| Life’s a bitch, and my bitch lit, fuck everybody
|
| This weed loud, leave a sound clip, just like a shottie
|
| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
|
| So much guap, yo house can’t fuck with my lobby
|
| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody
|
| So many bottles, forget about it, can’t feel my body
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| Fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody |