| Uhh, steady, Brooklyn
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| Dada, yea
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| Motherfuckers wanna act loco?
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| Hit 'em with numerous shots nigga
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| I been hot since the uterus
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| Drop nigga, give me top you ain’t new to this
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| Stop trippin' hit the block now they glue to this
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| Cruise control flow, they be hatin' how I sped in
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| Shut shit down thinkin' «How the fuck she get in?»
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| Bitch this a movie, so quiet on my set
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| Down to take your nigga put this pussy on his neck
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| Money and that violence it’s death before that dishonor
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| Good in any hood and I put that shit on my momma
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| Fuck with model bitches my bitch is bad as Rihanna
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| Hoodies in the crown fried or Ralph Lauren in Benihana
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| I got niggas showing love and niggas who wanna fuck
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| Niggas that’ll clap and niggas who roll my blunts
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| Bitches in the back that’s seeing you from the jump
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| Down to set it off no runnin' up that’s a dub
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| They be feenin for my melanin
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| Ebony goddess, heaven sent
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| Got Kendall, got Kylie these niggas know who the chemist is
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| The dutches splittin' duchess
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| I’m bucking till you irrelevant
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| The drama in the room is as big as a fuckin elephant
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| (Oww) Put your chips on me
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| Broke niggas can’t put they lips on me
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| I can smell a fraud like a beast
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| How you claim you always down to ride if ya shits on E?
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| While you playing detective stalkin' me on the gram
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| I was killin' shows in Trues and bussin' bands nigga |