| Yeah
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| I served my chip three times
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| Jam they dumb ass
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| Slid the piece
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| Slimeball in heaven, Ru
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| Jeff, Rez in that bitch
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| Same receipt
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| Fuck you need nigga, your motherfuckin' manager?
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| This fake ID nigga, official as hell bitch
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| Fuck is you talkin' about?
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| Ayy niggas what’s the fuckin' deal my baby?
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| Ayy, chunky forty, that’s a BB-dub, yeah
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| Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah
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| Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah
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| High as a bitch, I couldn’t even run
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| Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh
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| Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah
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| Just can’t forgive him, walk around with a grudge
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| Shit not that simple, took a nigga that I love, yeah
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| Pay a stack for the slacks, that was light
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| Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that’s nice
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| Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife
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| Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah
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| Ayy, travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights
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| Take me to where I ain’t gotta clutch at lights
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| Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah
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| Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice |
| First heatbreak, ain’t have shit to do with bitches
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| Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different
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| Turned a nigga savage, ever since I been trippin'
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| Still smile but I’m hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor
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| Numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions
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| The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog
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| Just be patient, it’s gon' take a lil' minute
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| When you get it out the mud and don’t change on your niggas, yeah
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| Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals
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| Ambulance took an hour just to get to my nigga
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| We’re just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin'
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| Make us wanna hang out with them TEC’s like a side nigga, yeah
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| Made me wanna blow a nigga, that’s on God
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| Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom
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| Gucci, I’ma treat your brother like he mine
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| Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah
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| Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book
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| Fuck her puss, I’m aimin' for her chin like an uppercut
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| I ain’t matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up |
| Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, ayy
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| Stupid nigga tryna scrap, nigga punch these slugs
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| Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut
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| Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust
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| Yeah, feel like Cartier, nigga add me up
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| Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah
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| Big four-five turn 'em invisible
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| Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah
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| But day ones’ll get to switchin' too
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| Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?
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| Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah
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| BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules
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| I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah
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| Ayy, nigga why you like this bitch? |
| Her head terrible
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| My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu
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| Get a body in this bitch like a parachute
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| Word around, I’m a dog, damn I never knew
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| Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I’m scared of you
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| They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho
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| For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse
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| Free my niggas, huh, we them niggas
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| Out the way, ain’t tryna see you niggas |
| Hate to be you niggas, 'cause we hit all y’all hoes, huh
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| Y’all could fuck ours too, we don’t give a fuck
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| Niggas cryin' over hoes, I let my nigga fuck
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| I been tryna keep shit cool but niggas weak as fuck
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| Cuffin' on these nat nats, hair cheap as fuck
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| She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs
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| Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up
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| Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up
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| Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub
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| Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum
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| That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff
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| Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water
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| Now I’m ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner
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| All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster
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| All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner
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| Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah
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| Big four-five turn 'em invisible
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| Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah
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| But day ones’ll get to switchin' too
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| Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?
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| Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah |
| BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules
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| I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle |