| Trying hardly, never stop me
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| Never top me, I’m sure like Pauly
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| I hope you got me, try to rob me
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| Leave you sopping, now you need a napkin
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| Just be good like Johnny, chains on like growing up Gotti
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| Don’t ask me who I hate when you know that the answer’s everybody
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| Creep up, touch anybody
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| Panting like I been jogging
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| Run up, no talking 'bout it
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| You think we straight, I doubt it
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| Doubt it, doubt it, you know I doubt it
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| Doubt it, doubt it, you know I doubt it
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Whether you and your friends even fuck with us
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| It would be a dream
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| If I woke to discover you turn to dust
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
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| What? |