| Huh. |
| Uh, this ain’t what you wanna to do
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| '07 Mavericks, the way that we run and shoot
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| I’m a cocaine cowboy, everything but the boots
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| Nowadays niggas want everything but truth
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| Copped the whip, come, keep everything but the roof, um
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| John Kennedy in me I got the juice
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| Fake Lee Oswald’s thinkin' they John Booth
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| Pull the trigger, I’m already a legend so what’s the use?
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| We don’t ever hear what you sayin', we want some proof
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| When we come around Scoop Care won’t lead us though
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| Tag teamin' bitches like brash on verrue
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| You came to drop ours
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| We came here to drop yous
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| Yeah (echo)
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| They don’t really want war
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| They don’t really want war (echo)
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| Bring it to yuh front door, yeah fuck
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war (echo)
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| Bring it to yuh front door, yeah f-
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| Ay fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| We don’t tough talk, bring it to your front door
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| Yeah, fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| I’m down to ride (echo)
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| We can ride on 'em
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| We don’t tough talk, bring it to your front door
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| Yeah, fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| I’m down to ride, if you wanna ride, we can ride 'em
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| Blood stains gettin' mistaken with sangria
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| Long nights, young broke hearts and shed tears
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| Always told myself we’d last for said years
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| Life’s weird, just look around, we’re still here
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| Say something. |
| Don’t give me that damn look
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| Why you playin' games? |
| Let’s kick it like Sam Cooke
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| Imma… do my thing. |
| I’m ravin' like Clarence Brooks
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| Papa Doc haters still hangin' at Cranbrook
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| Oh, good lord, that’s a private school
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| Never switch up on my team. |
| I won’t survive the move
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| I done came a long way. |
| I got a lot to lose
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| I keep the M’s on my mind like I’m Majin Buu
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| Shit I like Vegeta better when he Majin too
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| Part good, part evil. |
| Only ride with goons
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| Hair swingin' like uh new black Mötley Crüe
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| Drunk as fuck, stage divin' at the House of Blues
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| Yeah, fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| They don’t really want war
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| They don’t really want war (echo)
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war (echo)
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| Bring it to yuh front door, yeah fuck
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war (echo)
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| Bring it to yuh front door, yeah f-
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| Ay fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| We don’t tough talk, bring it to your front door
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| Yeah, fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| I’m down to ride (echo)
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| We can ride on 'em
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| Fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| We don’t tough talk, bring it to your front door
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| Yeah, fuck that, they don’t really want war
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| I’m down to ride, if you wanna ride, we can ride 'em |