| One shot, one chance
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| The kid, let’s do it
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| I fuck who I wanna fuck
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| Point her out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin'
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| And you can duck all you wanna duck
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| Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin'
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| These niggas tell me they feel me
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| I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin'
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| You know they can’t do nothing with me
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| I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin'
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| I ain’t missin'
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| Just copped a six for the summer, you know my pull up game vicious
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| Can hit your bitch if I wanna, real talk, I ain’t missin'
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| Offset with no ceilings
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| In a room full of prostitutes, boy, you still can’t fuck with 'em
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| Ballin' like I’m Nowitzki
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| Better yet, like Mark Cuban
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| I ain’t talkin' my necklace when I say my links are Cuban
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| Bricks comin' in Tuesday
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| Ah, man, they can’t stop me
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| Got your bitch on that Molly
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| And got four hoes in the trunk
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| Nigga, this ain’t no Audi
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| Park the foreign in the projects, they holler «Whoa, Kemosabe»
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| This a million dollar nigga, bitch I’m Ted DiBiase
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| Wait for a nigga to trap me, I’m Barry Bonds with the gun
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| Hit homeruns or better, nigga this the steroids era
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| I fuck who I wanna fuck
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| When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin'
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| And you can duck all you wanna duck
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| Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin'
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| These niggas tell me they feel me
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| I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin'
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| You know they can’t do nothing with me
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| I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin'
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| I ain’t missin'
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| Now pay attention, don’t wanna miss this
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| I came up with the quickness
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| Haters hate that I made it, they actin' sour as citrus
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| Walk in rooms and cause reactions
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| They’re like, «Who the fuck is this?»
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| I came with homies but I leave here with bitches
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| Listen, now if I set my eyes on her
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| And then decide that I want her
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| Then I ain’t missin', believe me
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| When I make moves she’s a gonner
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| Whether Rihanna, Madonna, Lana Del Ray, or your momma
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| She’s old as nada, I close my eyes then hit a pinata
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| I’m as crazy as Patrick, a young American psycho
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| If I said it, I meant it, now listen there is no typo
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| Haters keep tryna tell me to shut my arrogant pie hole
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| But I’m a bull in the booth, who wanna pair against Michael
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| I kept giving less and less fucks till I got to zero
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| Now all I care about is pussy, deniero
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| Tryna take care of my family, I feel like I’m a young Rob De Niro
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| I’m the villian, I am no fucking hero, it’s all for real though
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| I fuck who I wanna fuck
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| When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin'
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| And you can duck all you wanna duck
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| Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin'
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| These niggas tell me they feel me
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| I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin'
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| You know they can’t do nothing with me
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| I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin'
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| I ain’t missin'
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| Now, everything in my vision I plan to hit with precision
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| Niggas food on my dishes, I’m 'bout to handle my business
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| Lil' homies is trippin', you pray to God that we missin'
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| I swear to God we ain’t missin'
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| Now up the guard we gonna lift him
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| Man these pussies is bitches, and my niggas is itching
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| I just lost my religion so help me Lord, I’m a villain
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| Got the soul of a soldier, got the vibe of a rider
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| Got the eyes of a killer, I don’t miss when I fire
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| If that was still in my spirit, I don’t talk man I live it
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| When I speak niggas listen, bullets close like they kissin'
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| I’m just battle my dough, I’m down bottom with dough
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| Got them funerals ready, niggas die in the road!
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| I fuck who I wanna fuck
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| When I’m out I’ma hit her and I ain’t missin'
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| And you can duck all you wanna duck
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| Hundred shots out the ripper and I ain’t missin'
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| These niggas tell me they feel me
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| I drop a hit when I’m ready and I ain’t missin'
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| You know they can’t do nothing with me
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| I ain’t ballin', I’m swishin'
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| I ain’t missin' |