| I’ma go on home, my dope locked up in Goyard troves
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| That AK got my shoulder fucked, he fuck with us, he gettin' bucked
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| I lay 'em down, no gettin' up
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| My heavy step not lettin' up
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| 5−0-1s, still I pick your bitch up just to hold 'em up
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| Take her down, she do the deed
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| Sell more cars than Mr. D
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| Cash more checks, I’m steppin' on the day he get let off the leash
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| Cop a piece, rock a piece
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| I’m Smirnoff with the ice
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| Let me get up in her head and now she buggin' like some lice
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| Lights off, lights out
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| Skinny pimp walk in your house
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| Shotgun, rob somethin' if you think you know what I’m 'bout
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| I’m a slayer at the fort
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| Since she got with the prince, like warfare
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| I’m sterile, baby, don’t touch me
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| Be careful, things can get funky
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| I’ma go on home, my dope locked up in Goyard troves
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| That AK got my shoulder fucked, he fuck with us, he gettin' bucked, what? |