| As if you ain’t know
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| As if you ain’t know
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| P on the fucking boards
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| Yeah, So
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| Yeah, So
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| Yeah, So
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| Yeah, So, Uh
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| The night was immature
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| Plotting on trips to Singapore
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| Needa bitch like Margot Robbie
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| Screaming «Fuck the police!»
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| Walking grim, love interest act like Harley Quinn
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| Super villain, young Joker with the heartless grin
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| Ever since an early age we been involved with sin
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| Whatever it takes, just as long we win
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| I tell that bitch, hit the strip, run laps, get the cash for me
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| Riding harder than a fucking crash dumby, ask for me
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| And ain’t no driving by, my clique is walking up
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| They hear our name, the coroner’s going to get that chalky up
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| That pop pop, brap brap
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| Fly the work in, check the number like I’m NASDAQ
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| Ship the work out, fiends test it like a lab rat
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| Feeling like a scientist, Bill Nye
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| Yeah I’m quite high, nigga live wire
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| Just starting to find myself
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| And niggas really think they know me
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| You ain’t my friend, no we ain’t fucking homies
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| Yeah, So
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| If it ain’t about no bread, don’t even fucking call
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| I need it all, whether Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
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| And yet we take the cake to bake so it’s fuck it we ball
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| Yeah, So
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| So it’s fuck it we ball
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| All this shit I know been unfamiliar
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| Stuck to the floor
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| Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh
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| And they know if Dolla feeling her
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| Like that bitch, she got a pill in her
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| And all this shit I know been unfamiliar
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| Stuck to the floor
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| Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh
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| And they know if Dolla feeling her
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| Like that bitch, she got a pill in her
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| Top gun like Ethan Hunt
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| Getting sucked in my deepest thoughts
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| Steam a 'Port and make a exit, Lethal Weapon
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| And my attire won’t leave no room for the second guessing
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| Something foreign texting once I had a french connection
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| That was another day, grab my Jack, make another play
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| That was on Mother’s Day, never could you fuck with me
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| Best in my bracket, champion without the ring
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| Heard your man, got snatched up by them peoples and he sing
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| Ain’t no room for no rats in the trap, it’s only cheese
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| Surrounded by only g’s, it’s a fact, they know it’s me
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| Bi-polar, schizophrenic, make it faster than I spend it
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| If I said it then I meant it, and I’m bent like I was dented
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| Yeah, So
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| All this shit I know been unfamiliar
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| Stuck to the floor
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| Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh
|
| And they know if Dolla feeling her
|
| Like that bitch, she got a pill in her
|
| And all this shit I know been unfamiliar
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| Stuck to the floor
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| Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh
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| And they know if Dolla feeling her
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| Like that bitch, she got a pill in her |