| Narsayee?
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| Ahh
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| Yeah
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| I’m a nasty arse nigga, I kiss every single body part she got
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| I’m still a G
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| I take ten bands out and get them other shotters shot the fuck up in OT
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| When they ask you who you work for, you just point to number 29 and say you
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| work for me
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| I know some niggas that wouldn’t do what they doing in the kitchen if it
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| weren’t for me
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| Henny in my cup, I got bored of sipping mud
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| Roley on her arm, she been feeling like the one
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| Smoke until I’m calm, gelato 41
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| Came up off of crumb, L. A for the month
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| She my fifi, she my Keke, you know I’m her E. T
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| Lay a finger on my darling, that’s a
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| mazzaleenie
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| Five thousand on my nieces, Moncler when it’s breezy
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| Send them shooters to your mum’s
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| Yeah, thirty thousand feet in my Adidas
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| Straight promethazine, it got me lean up
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| Take her to Dior, 'cause she a freak, yo
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| This is New Jack City, bitch, I’m Nino (Yah, yah)
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| Forty thousand dollars when I reload
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| Gelato 41, no Sour D though
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| She want Fenty make-up when she fleek up
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| I hope they feel the same when we meet up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |