| If a nigga try me, then he goin die
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| I keep my tool cock like Debo’s eyes
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| And when I draw down
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| Ana tryin to scare you
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| I make you 1,2,step like ya name Ciara
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| Put yo cha vest round yo head
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| Protect yo face
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| I been gettin money like collection plates
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| I put yo face on a shirt
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| and fronted on front page
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| Try me if you wanna
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| I got more nines then fourth grade
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| I re-up on the first then again on the third
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| I’m in tha hood like a fire hydrogen, sittin on the curb
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| And I got heart, I got grain, I got pills boy
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| I’m on da block posted up like a billboard
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| And I got that torch, so you know that I blast metal
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| If you went away, we steppin on you like a gas pedal
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| And I got that linen squeeze so I grip my pipe tight
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| Most of these niggas mad cause we shinin like some bright lights
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| sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka come and try me
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| sucka come and try me
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| they goin find yo body
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| I got hoes fo days
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| Dro fo days
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| A choppa that sprays
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| I keep that thrown away
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| Sucka nigga wanna try
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| yo ass goin die
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| 6 feet under the dirt, you lie
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| So duck when I buss
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| I shot yo ass off angle
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| Dripping blood on my shoes
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| Dry yo ass on a hanger
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| We da true, who care, Franchise lets get it
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| These niggas soft then snuggles
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| and big ass titties
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| I keep da croon piece nigga
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| And my fingas stay flicking
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| They say I need some Bendadryl
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| cause that bitch stay itching
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| It’s getting hot in my kitchen
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| I stay cookin, I’m bad
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| Ah get mad, I have you redder then maxxy pads
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| Maceo told u niggas bout fucking wit Drez
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| I gotta a click of niggas ready to put one in yo head
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| Stretch you out on the bed and slap a tag on yo toe
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| I told u niggas wit big Omp, Hoe.
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| Sucka, Sucka, Sucka, Sucka Come And Try Me
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| Suckas Come And Try Me
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| They goin find yo body |