| Ayy, Ayy
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| Nah for real, y’all know I’ve been doing that shit
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| I’ve been a legend man, I’ve been having them bars man
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| Y’all just gotta listen man
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| I ain’t talkin' fast you just listenin' slow stupid, ayy
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| Sosa where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? |
| (No!)
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| Hell no, I spent another 40k to bend (What he say?)
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| I don’t play but when I play, bitch I play to win (Ha?)
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| All this money comin' in, it’ll make you grin
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| And in stash it’s a FN gotta make it in (Bang)
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| Pussy said he want smoke better take it in (Bang)
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| You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy
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| I can never wear your chain boy it’s too cheesy
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| Told my bitch I ain’t with no bitch and said she don’t believe me
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| But she belive me if I paid a band for a Beani
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| I had 5−10 bands in my True Jeanies (True, True)
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| Where that shit come from? |
| Man I had a genie
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| I had all that, trynna make a shout out at my granny
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| And my wrist cost a baby I’ma need a nanny
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| You the type of nigga link up with a tranny
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| Bought a new set of 'nanas for the chimpanzees
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| Baby sosa bad ass was off six xannies
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| I don’t want to fuck that bitch, she wearin' big panties
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| I can go and buy yo same watch for my granny
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| I do what I gotta do for my fuckin' family
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| Heat sensor on AR, call me Call Of Duty
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| He a streetfighter hit his ass with the Hadouken
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| Backdoored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
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| Gravitated off the ground, that’s some super Tookie
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| Said you ain’t got my money, you shittin' me Smokey?
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| Chief Sosa in your house that bitch gon' be smokin'
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| I got high off that bitch head, she tryna overdose me
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| Got a cuban on my throat so she gon' overthroat me
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| I just bought a taurus in case I got a horoscope
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| All this water on my body she gon' need a floatie (Bang)
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| Gotta close the backdoor 'cause they gon' leave it open
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| Nigga I can kill this shit by just breathin' on it
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| Huh, huh, huh, huh
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| Huh, huh, huh, huh
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| Huh, huh, huh, huh
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| You’s a fucking cheerleader, nigga bring it on
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| I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo
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| Folks 'nem'll leave you duckin' like a limbo (Ay, Ay)
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| Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo
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| And it take close to 50. cal ammo
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| Man my shorty get surgical like training day
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| Dirty ass BM throw my chain away
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| I don’t care hoe, I woke up feelin' great today (Fuck it)
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| Wide body demon hawk, gonna make a play (True)
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| Seen my cousin and I gave that lil nigga my chain
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| Told them when they city hot nigga make it rain (Rain)
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| Sosa brushin' out his beard call them Abraham
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| When the city got cold, Chief Sosa made it flame (Haa)
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| Sosa ridin' with that stuff, I ain’t talkin' Tameka sister (Word)
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| Shawty freak ass, trynna suck me while these people lookin'
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| I can have my eyes closed and still can see you lookin'
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| We was in the streets figthin', ridin' with Hadoukens
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| Hadouken (ugh, ugh, ugh)
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| Hadouken (ugh, ugh)
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| Hadouken (ugh)
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| Pulled up, spaceship, bitch get a glimpse
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| I smell fishy shit, you fuck with skrimps
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| I up the chopstick, you did a flip
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| Tryna shoot the most bird, I caught a clip
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| Ain’t no other way to go, but up up the riff
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| Steady sendin' death threats, well, now you stiff
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| Lift my wrist up, they like «yep, it’s a 'lier»
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| My cuban link cost 10 thousand grams
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| Baby Sosa prolly sold you 10 thousand grams
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| On the asphalt, left yo shit on the ground
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| Go go go, if you a threat, you get put down
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| Ay I gotta glo and get that money man, who down?
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| Police ridin' up this street, we park with heed, scoot down
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| Pulled up in that Urus, kitted up, she like 'oh damn'
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| LA Lakers front row seats, Lebron wha’down
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| The boys in this bitch with me too it’s goin' g’down
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| Hadouken
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| Hadouken
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| Hadouken |