| Everybody’s favorite scumbag
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| Blunt wrap full of dog tags
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| Back to back, drop faster checks
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| Never fallin' off like Owen, yeah
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| Need to live with the radar in 'em
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| Four wheels when I get to spinnin'
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| Shells ditch and you know I’m sendin'
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| I put on, like I’m Jeezy
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| In the drop, I feel like Weezy
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| No doubt why lights define it
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| Oh no, she hunts by fighters
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| I put on, like I’m Jeezy
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| In the drop, I feel like Weezy
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| No doubt why lights define it
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| Oh no, she hunts by fighters, fighters
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| This clique is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s
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| His face on shirt, ten candles
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| He ain’t never comin' back
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| This clique is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s
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| His face on shirt, ten candles
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| He ain’t never comin' back
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| Sleepy from the medicine
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| He dozin' off indefinite
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| what I catch 'em with
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| Think I
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