| Don’t say my name, my
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| Yeah, mink jacket, yeah
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| Mink jacket, I didn’t have to ride no coat tails
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| Tried to break me down, they wanted me to forfeit
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| Devil out to get me, okay, I’m finna cause hell
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| C’s on my shoes like I’m riding down Slauson
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| From the murder cap, you can get it started
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| They took shots and they missed they target
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| This for all the bitches that thought I lost it
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| Big ass crib, type of shit you get lost in
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| Still got my got up, do you believe in karma?
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| Should I kill these bitches and invest in some coffins?
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| Bitch don’t want smoke, no, she don’t want no problems
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| I had to cut these niggas off, I had to get around some bosses
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| All y’all soft, see, I’m ridin' with a bad bitch, but she was taught
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| And she strippin', she said that she bartend
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| Bad little bitch, I heard her daddy worth a fortune
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| You be acting like you with this shit
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| You really, really with this shit?
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| Free my niggas when they innocent
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| Free my niggas, they all innocent
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| Niggas thought I was done with this shit (Done)
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| I’m bout to start having fun with this shit
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| Might start throwing 1's in this bitch
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| Lately, I been having fun with the drip
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| Still got my got up, do you believe in karma?
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| Should I kill these bitches and invest in some coffins?
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| Bitch don’t want smoke, no, she don’t want no problems
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| I had to cut these niggas of, I had to get around some bosses
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| All y’all soft, see, I’m ridin' with a bad bitch, but she was taught
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| And she strippin', she said that she bartend
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| Bad little bitch, I heard her daddy worth a fortune
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| Ain’t no niggas like the ones I got
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| And yeah, you cars but not the ones I cop
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| Everybody claim they’re shooters 'til somebody gets shot
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| I still can move around the country, bring it back to the block
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| Ain’t no bitches like the ones I got
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| Yeah, you got broads but not the ones I got
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| Goin' out with a bang, gotta shoot my shot
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| Middle fingers in the air, I’m screamin', «Fuck all my opps»
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| Still got my got up, do you believe in karma?
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| Should I kill these bitches and invest in some coffins?
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| Bitch don’t want smoke, no, she don’t want no problems
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| I had to cut these niggas of, I had to get around some bosses
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| All y’all soft, see, I’m ridin' with a bad bitch, but she was taught
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| Don’t cross that line, 'cause we gon' get with you
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| Better bite your tongue, don’t say my name
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| And she strippin', she said that she bartend
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| Bad little bitch, I heard her daddy worth a fortune
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| Don’t say my name (Yeah), yeah
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| Don’t say my name (Goin' out with a bang)
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| Don’t say my name (Middle fingers in the air)
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| You better not say my name (Woah), yeah |