| Call by the killer with the hit
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| Put them mothefuckers six feet
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| some dead people livin' when I sleep
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| I think Karma’s comin' after me
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| by the
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| Once step ya’ll feel me
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| All these motherfuckin' hands on me
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| on me
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| bodies killas gon' run like gorillas
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| Gon like a
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| The way that I
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| your girl
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| Thats the highest to
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| Let’s the ride
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| That I
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| livin' the, poppa
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| Ya’ll feel
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| Out of a job since I was a rapper
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| We know we’re on top
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| Ain’t no possible stoppin' me bitch, ayy
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| jaded, ride around faded
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| Windows rolled up, cause the put some rotation
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| Gold-plated, on this
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| in the trunk cause my car’s vibratin'
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| , certified players
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| Never gay shit, still fuck our haters
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| Go get it, I thought you gon get it
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| Before your times comes and you meet your maker
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| Certified player, motherfucker
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| Did you hear? |
| I’ma sayin', motherfucker
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| So you better say your prayer, motherfucker
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| , motherfucker
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| If they ever come around
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| Rep the BC, wear them crowns
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| Steal your girl, hit your town, shut it down
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| the peace, your feet with this sound
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| Yeah, motherfucker, I’m on the boat
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| your ain’t no fuckin' joke
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| Tryna fly high blunt
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| That’s your girl by the
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| BC lay it up on the chain
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| Gold-plated, we insane
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| Now we’re gettin' our love in the club
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| Thought you be number one
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| jaded, ride around faded
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| Windows rolled up, cause the put some rotation
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| Gold-plated, on this
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| in the trunk cause my car’s vibratin'
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| , certified players
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| Never gay shit, still fuck our haters
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| Go get it, I thought you gon get it
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| Before your times comes and you meet your maker |