| See y’all don’t like it when I’m nice
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| Y’all only like it when I’m ignorant
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| So that’s exactly what you get
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| Lucy, I’m home! |
| Lucy, I’m home!
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| Ugh, talk to 'em…
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| Kanye got on stage, what he do? |
| Played Jay-Z out
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| What he do next? |
| Check into the crazy house?
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| Fuck that you made a living talking greazy
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| Besides that, man, you Yeezy with the Yeezy’s
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| Be yourself, you ain’t gotta go AWOL
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| And fuck that 'Ye, I been this way since yay tall
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| If you regret it then dead but if you said it, you said it
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| You meant what you said, can’t tell me forgive and forget it
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| I’m different, I’m from a different type of hunger nigga
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| Ask OG Juan how I was when I was younger nigga
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| Shout to Fat Mike, Dave and Rock and they brother Mel
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| just some east side niggas, I know they wouldn’t tell
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| But peep the details, it’s me, weed and females
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| Two to be exact, I met 'em doing some retail
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| Chanel bags, both had on the Adidas with the sea shells
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| Asked what they do, boo said «Real estate and weed sales»
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| Coleslaw, ain’t nobody seeing you
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| Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
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| Coleslaw, nah, ain’t nobody eating you
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| They misleading you, yeah mistreating you, nigga
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| Coleslaw, ain’t nobody seeing you
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| Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
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| Coleslaw, nah, ain’t nobody eating you
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| They misleading you, yeah mistreating you, nigga
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| It’s funny, funny niggas like Bill Murray
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| Why? |
| Funny because they still worry
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| Warn 'em, tell 'em throw up a Hail Mary
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| Who you? |
| I raise my shooter, I’m Dell Curry
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| Damn baby! |
| I couldn’t help but stare at your ass
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| But them been in your head though a year and a half
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| Let’s get it right, go to the mall and tear up some tags
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| Then to my car, open my pants, clear up your tab
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| Fake hustlers understand why they mad at me
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| Why? |
| Twenty year run started off with a half of P
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| Then I got a ki of D from the faculty
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| Bouffers that was bouffin'
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| Strong bladders, they never had to pee
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| And that ain’t half of it, kilo’s all in grandma’s cabinet
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| Around the time M.O.P. |
| was yappin' shit
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| You getting money say word, that ain’t accurate
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| No promo, but no homo, I ain’t jacking it, nigga
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| Coleslaw, ain’t nobody seeing you
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| Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
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| Coleslaw, nah, ain’t nobody eating you
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| They misleading you, yeah mistreating you, nigga
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| Coleslaw, ain’t nobody seeing you
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| Coleslaw, no nobody wanna be with you
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| Coleslaw, nah, ain’t nobody eating you
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| They misleading you, yeah mistreating you, nigga |