| Still the only one I do that with
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Ain’t that some shit?
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Ain’t that some shit?
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| See, I’ve been trippin' and fallin'
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| No more slippin' and stallin'
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| Got no numbers I’m callin'
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| Just wanna be in the coffin
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| All this trouble we’ve been causin'
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| Benz I’m crossin', I’ve been saucin'
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| Exercising my endorphins
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| Since you told me you were walkin'
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| I’ve been searchin', huntin', crawlin'
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| What’s it costin' me? |
| It ain’t doing much
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| Tossin' me through a loop
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| I hush the voices in my head
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| For a minute so I can listen to you
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| And all I heard was
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| «I ain’t listening», shit is cripplin'
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Ain’t that some shit?
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Still the only one I do that with
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| Ain’t that some shit?
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| Niggas on that word of mouth 'til they see them boys come out
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| I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
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| See me in your area, y’all niggas hilarious
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| I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us
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| Niggas on that word of mouth 'til they see them boys come out
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| I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
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| See me in your area, y’all niggas hilarious
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| I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us
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| Niggas on that word of mouth 'til they see them boys come out
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| I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
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| See me in your area, y’all niggas hilarious
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| I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us
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| Niggas on that word of mouth 'til they see them boys come out
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| I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
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| See me in your area, y’all niggas hilarious
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| I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us
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| I got rubbers in my pocket, niggas like to gossip
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| If I need to drop 'em, let me know
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| 'Cause I don’t do much talkin' unless it’s 'bout the money
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| If you got an offer, let me know
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| I was sellin' cabbage until I moved to Cali
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| Money in a mattress on the floor
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| Until I messed with niggas with fingers on the trigger
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| We was runnin', kickin' in the doors
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| Niggas on that word of mouth til' they see them boys come out
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| I ain’t ever robbed a nigga, best believe I air ya out
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| See me in your area, y’all niggas hilarious
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| I’m addicted to writing shit that make niggas scared of us
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| I use protection, my nigga, so fuck your lecture, my nigga
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| And fuck yo' section, my nigga, I got the rest of my niggas
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| My niggas rushed on my niggas, my niggas love all they niggas
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| I fell in love with that nigga, that nigga skipped out the picture |