| Yeah
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| Alright, yeah, ayy
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| I heard these lil' niggas don’t like how I we be steppin'
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| Strap all on the cover, with my boy, like Lethal Weapon
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| Baby on her knees, ee
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| Ayy-ayy-ayy
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| I heard these lil' niggas don’t like how I we be steppin'
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| Strap all on the cover with my boy, like Lethal Weapon
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| Baby on her knees, we both know I ain’t no reverend
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| Hustle from the streets 'til I made it, countin' blessings
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| I heard these lil' niggas don’t like how I we be reppin'
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| Strap all on the cover with my boy, like Lethal Weapon
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| Baby on her knees, we both know I ain’t no reverend
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| Hustle in the streets, nah, nah, I can’t be second
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| I was always up, I been focused on the better me
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| Hoes gotta watch, how you talk, what you said to me
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| I ain’t, never put you on a pedigree
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| I can’t let these niggas get ahead of me, for real
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| Touch down, for real
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| Put it on the scale, now we eatin' lunchtime, for real
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| We lookin' like a dress down
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| Want a handout, I tell you niggas bug down
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| Yeah, ain’t no more opinions, Snapz up on the beats
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| I rather see you win through all the sufferin'
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| I’m out with a ten, she another freak
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| I’m hopin' that she loyal, like she lovin' me
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| That shit so big, she say she want another me
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| Always try to give me head, I like the bubbly
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| Yeah, I watch your girls, I told her, «Bring the company»
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| Way things are, shit’ll stop suddenly
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| Yeah, pray and cover me
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| Give me head for release, think sucka free
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| How you come up on them jeans?
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| Came up over East, you don’t even know the least
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| Stings like a not a bumblebeast
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| Still out here countin' bands
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| I heard these lil' niggas don’t like how I we be steppin'
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| Strap all on the cover with my boy, like Lethal Weapon
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| Baby on her knees, we both know I ain’t no reverend
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| Hustle from the streets 'til I made it, countin' blessings
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| I heard these lil' niggas don’t like how I we be reppin'
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| Strap all on the cover with my boy, like Lethal Weapon
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| Baby on her knees, we both know I ain’t no reverend
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| Hustle in the streets, nah, nah, I can’t be second |