| Uhh, uhh
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| Your bullshit, I ain’t in the mood for it, mama
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| So through the sunroof of the coupe where I holla
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| I never get used to this guala
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| I grew up on anything that was 2 for a dollar
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| Blunted with some hash
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| Because I stunted on my past, fronted on the cash
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| Every car I bought in the last ten years had two hunnid on the dash (What else
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| please?)
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| Your baby mother been labeled a hoe
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| All my niggas they say she the GOAT
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| Call her cocaine, 'cause she was able to blow
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| I ran through her like The 6, I made her say «woah!»
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| I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)
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| No, this is not a surprise
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| You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries
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| All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies
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| («Fuck outta here» vocal sample x6)
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| I had some tough luck with dice
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| But left tucked up the ice
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| Then ordered some duck and rice
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| I ain’t nothing nice
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| Shorty, 21, said I’m the love of her life
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| Girl, stay away from me, I will fuck up your life
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| Shit
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| The mall dame is my ball game
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| Aw mayne, he’s buyin' denim from Balmain
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| Two G’s, the small change, they all lames
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| Beef by taking the ten, I call names
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| I’m a piece of work but I’m feeding the streets some work
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| Need some work?
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| Come and meet me, homie
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| We can meet the first
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| Swallow your pride, you wouldn’t be the first
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| Your girlfriend need a purse, her girlfriend need it worse (Woah)
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| I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)
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| No, this is not a surprise
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| You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries
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| All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies
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| («Fuck outta here» vocal sample) |