| I get my work from a Narco
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| Yeah, yeah, so, so, yeah, yeah, so
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| So, yeah, yeah, so, so, yeah, yeah, so
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| Yeah, yeah, so, go super
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| Yeah, so
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| I’m tryna fuck the city up like I was Two-Face
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| My bitch, she doin' them pills, she havin' mood swings like she Two-Face
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| I only grab the grip if it’s a Tuesday
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| Swervin' lane-to-lane, I’m takin' police on a goose chase
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| And if I hit this cup, I get a toothache
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| Baker hit my line, we got a deal for some new cake
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| Nigga, I’d be lyin', sayin' I didn’t see it
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| Ridin' in the Beamer, ho mouth a vacuum cleaner
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| And I’m finna duck them hoes, they say I’m meaner now
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| Fuck the Jordans, cop abortions, I don’t need a child
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| Ain’t nobody heard the shots because the speakers loud
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| Them hoes that left me when I’m down, blow the smoke on them then smile
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| Throw a band on a nigga bitch, bet she pick it up
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| Can’t record 'em dance, I’m mad I gave a fuck
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| Probably back in days when we was up in Kiefer truck
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| I ain’t seen it, then a nigga, you should fuckin' duck
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| But on another note, I’m smokin' on some other smoke
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| Something you ain’t tasted, something you ain’t smelled before
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| Fuckin' with a bitch, she said she never took a pill before
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| But we gon' change that, give me my change back
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| You get your chain snatched, we can arrange that
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| We can arrange that, nigga, we can arrange that
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| We can arrange that, we can arrange that
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| We can arrange that, nigga, we can arrange that |