| Bang bang
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| Gang gang
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| Bang bang
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| Gang gang
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| Bang bang
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| I ain’t missin' you at all
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| Since you’ve been gone away
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| I ain’t missin' you
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| No matter what my friends say
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| I was sittin' at home, I was rollin' a blunt
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| I was thinkin' 'bout you been dead gone
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| Got a call from my boys like, «Your cousin is dead»
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| I was like, «He couldn’t have had his head on»
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| I be suited, I be booted, ready for anything
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| Give me the chance then I’ll head home
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| I pull up, get that check, when I leave best believe
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| On the freeway I’m headin' home
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| I done partied, I done sipped Bacardi
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| Rollin' with Blood, we done crashed all the parties
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| We done rode Ferraris, rode Lamborghinis
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| Now only thing that I care about is breathing
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| Why I go hard, Blood be the reason
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| Wouldn’t want me to quit even if I was bleedin'
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| Gotta take charge, every four seasons
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| Every month, every day and every weekend
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| I bet you remember posted on the block
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| All we knew was shots
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| We ain’t really know about the guap
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| All we knew was Glocks
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| I remember when you called my phone tweakin'
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| You got your first deal, you was geekin'
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| Remember when I got my first deal, I hit you on the phone
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| Like for now I am Chief Sosa Yeezus
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| You was like, «Nah you’re Almighty»
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| Almighty don’t like nobody
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| Shootin' .40 cals, now we gettin' 40
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| Bands for a show and we stay 'til the morning
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| God chose us, and gave it up
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| Dead or alive, niggas still hatin' us
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| It’s the end of the quarter, I’m a rock with sticky D
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| I’ma pass the pall to you and you can hang it up
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| No matter what I might say
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| No matter what you might say
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| No matter what I say
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| No matter what your friends say
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| No matter what our friends say
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| No matter what, what I say
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| No matter what, what I say
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| Just know this, I miss you Big Glo |