| Send 'em at, blindin'
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| Heavy, be my eyelids
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| I don’t wanna die right now
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| Step in on my mind, and
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| Take a look inside it
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| I can barely speak
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| I don’t got nothin', that’s every day today
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| I just wish I could go, way away
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| When I go, I got the right of away
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| Bagging the money, like right away
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| Walk into Hell with a hotter way
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| One day I know that I’ll find a way
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| But I know that it is not today
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| I gotta keep on, keeping on
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| Range Rover, back out
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| One more cup, I black out
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| Shoot, like stack house
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| Holdin' it down town
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| Hard in the paint, I know
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| Geronimo, I go
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| Droppin' bombs, car alarms
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| I said it all, like my last name Latifah (Ayy)
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| Spinnin' the block, that speed wheel
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| Baby, please spare me the details
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| Hangin' out the sun roof
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| Bussin', what that gun do?
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| One body drop for each shell
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| I know what you’re thinkin' and I’m thinkin' it too
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| We should call it off and hit the store and roll on the stoop, ooh
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| Give you my all, you be my everything
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| Don’t wanna fall, you make me a better me
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| I cannot fathom, no road is ahead of me
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| I’ll get you high on me, if you be lettin' me
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| Let me love you one time, let me love you two times
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| Won’t need to bother, no need for the holler, no, you need some you time
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| P250, on the side of the hip
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| F150, if my bitch need a lift
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| Better think twice, 'fore you make a mean diss
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| You will be found in a bag, in a ditch
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| I won’t be found in it oh, oh
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| I just leave that to my bro, oh
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| Smokin' that dope by the O, oh
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| Six figures just for the shows |