| Yeah, just spoke to my lawyer
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| He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it
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| Cases and cases and faces and faces
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| I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it
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| Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out
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| of Stephens
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| My child and her Mama glowing every season
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| Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces
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| Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost
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| Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs
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| It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah)
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend, he might want more
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend
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| My daughter turned one, that’s a Roley
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| When she turn three, that’s a pony
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| When she turn five, that’s a Birkin
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| Ooh, Papa been working
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| Let’s talk about this right now
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| Fuck talking 'bout drip right now
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| How you think I put the Rolex stamped with the VS bezel on your wrist right now?
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| Don’t make me trip right now
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| I say something in an argument, you switch right round
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| Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
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| Somehow you’re right and I’m wrong and emotions are running in
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| If she want Louis, she can get it
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| I can pay cash 'cause I don’t do credit
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| New whip for the summer
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| I’ma pay tax so I’ma use debit
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| Baby if you can’t pick, I’ma buy 'em all
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| Young rap star in the building, really bro
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| One orgasm, I’ma give you plenty more
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| In life you just grow up, all depending what you saw
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| Teach me how to love 'cause a nigga feeling sore
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| Pay a nigga 350 just to open doors
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| Pain in my heart, gotta let the Henny pour
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| Pain in my heart, gotta let the Henny pour
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| Yeah, just spoke to my lawyer
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| He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it
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| Cases and cases and faces and faces
|
| I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it
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| Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out
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| of Stephens
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| My child and her Mama glowing every season
|
| Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces
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| Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost
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| Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs
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| It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah)
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend, he might want more
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend
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| Yeah, I have real convos with killers, I’m grinning with them
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| Murder’s a subject you boys ain’t familiar with
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| I got scars on my mind and I’m dealing with it
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| Murder the subject, go silly with it
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| I seen some nitties OD, couldn’t call for no help, I can’t take that back
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| Green-lighted that work, I can’t take that back
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| And if I ever took an L, then I made that back, yeah
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| When I was up in OT, didn’t hear nothing from you
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| I fell flat down on my feet, you didn’t lick up my wounds
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| Feeling depressed, my life was a mess
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| Felt like I had nothing to lose
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| No hope and no swagger, no jewels
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| Owed all my plugs and couldn’t get food
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| Just spoke to my lawyer
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| He told me the prosecution trying to get me, we gotta go beat it
|
| Cases and cases and faces and faces
|
| I jugg in the Pyrex and then I repeat it
|
| Cocaine and Borwicks, I whip it and sell it, near Norwich, I made a bando out
|
| of Stephens
|
| My child and her Mama glowing every season
|
| Sea bass and lobster, it’s boneless, no pieces
|
| Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost
|
| Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs
|
| It’s a thug makin' a real love song (Yeah)
|
| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
|
| Conversation with a fiend, he might want more
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend
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| The lean got her sippin' like addicts
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| The Xanax is causing more damage, yeah
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| Your pussy is my favourite habit
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| So deep in this shit, I might vanish, yeah
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| Crack in my pot, let it bake, yeah
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| Whip it, let it lock, then I scrape, yeah
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| Funny how they wanna say I changed, yeah
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| Pussy in my bed, I make it wait, yeah
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| I been hearing they saying I’m different
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| Man, I’m so glad that they listened
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| Buss down my wrist, it’s a blessin'
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| Turn my mistakes into lessons
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| My hitters be loving the Wesson
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| All of this shit has all changed
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| You know my life ain’t the same
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| Girl, I be done with these games
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| I’m just tryna stay sane
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| I just flex Amiri with the paint
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| Tryna take my mind off pain
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| Home pussy, yeah, it is what it is, yeah
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| She the same pussy when I was runnin' from the feds
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| Home pussy, I’m here to protect
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| And I’ll never forget, I can always get it wet
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| I still got habits from the T-House
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| Funny how they tried to count me out
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| I need all the colours in Amiri jeans now
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| Promise you won’t ever let me down
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| Yeah, and when I think about how them niggas didn’t even ride, no love lost
|
| Said I wanna eat your pussy to some love songs
|
| It’s a thug making a real love song
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend, he might want more
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| I don’t wanna see police at my front door
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| Conversation with a fiend |