| We never ever fear dem boy
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| You know I said the pussy want me dead?
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| We never ever fear dem boy
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| Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
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| Bored him in his face after I saw his call log
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| I can never fall off, .44 Bulldog
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| Six in the spinner, eight in the Beretta
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| After I burst, I’m gon' wet him with the cheffer (Dead 'im)
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| But no, we don’t lie about views bro
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| Saw somethin' die, had his blood on his shoes (He's dead)
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| Have you ever put metal in the fuse
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| And blew the whole wing’s power tryna light up a zoot? |
| (That's stress)
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| We never ever fear dem boy
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| You know I said the pussy want me dead?
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| We never ever fear dem boy
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| Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead
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| Six in the Magnum, slapped four, left two
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| Had to slap Ray 'cause of his nephew (Dead yute)
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| Red stripe on the tape, couldn’t get through
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| You can get roast though, fried, no breadfruit
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| I ain’t really talkin', mind where you’re walkin'
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| Jumped out the ding-dong, had to let the corn fling
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| Slap the .380 or hit him with a force ting
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| Tray pound lick him down, they gon' have to choke him (Dead)
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| We never ever fear dem boy
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| You know I said the pussy want me dead?
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| We never ever fear dem boy
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| Fling lead and now your head, the pussy dead |