| No, I’m never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks
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| Money callin' so I threw the deuce up
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| Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'
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| Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
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| Left them niggas stressed out on the train tracks
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| Rather you than me, here come that payback
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| Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can’t tax
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| Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, «Ajax»
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| Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
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| Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
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| Standin' on your own is when you realize
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| When all the lights go out, that’s when you see the real guys
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| Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
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| Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
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| A rich nigga that’ll pull up to the park
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| Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
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| Bullet wounds don’t be covered by ObamaCare
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| Your funeral was way too soon, that’s if your mama there
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| Real niggas deserve to live twice
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| Plastic fork and some fried rice
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| Yeah, two-point, two for the Rafael Nadal
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| Don’t act like you’re happy for me now
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| Don’t act like you wasn’t prayin' for catastrophic collapses
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| Catalog is immaculate
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| Still runnin' the game, don’t ask me about the practice
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| Ho, you go on vacation, don’t ask me about relaxin'
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| Not sure if you know but I’m actually Michael Jackson
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| The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
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| Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
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| Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
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| Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can’t be love
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| Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can’t be up
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| That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?
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| Damn, how can I forgive like this?
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| I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this
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| I had to fuck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
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| I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
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| That’s why I’m movin' all elusive
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| These boys on they last resort and it’s givin' all us inclusive
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| Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga
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| Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga
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| Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?
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| I just call it like I see it, I ain’t even lookin', nigga
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| I just walk it like I speak and I ain’t speakin' to them niggas
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| I ain’t starvin', I’m just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga
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| Don’t wan' see these pussy niggas
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| Y’all can’t see me, pussy niggas
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| You keep talkin' like you eatin', I’ma feed you bullets, nigga
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| I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga
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| Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga
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| I got bitches doin' lines, I’m Adidas to 'em, nigga
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| I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
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| I’m so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
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| I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window
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| Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
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| Money trail right on track
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| With that big body Maybach like it’s a little Pontiac
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| All my chains look like snakes, that’s some real diamondbacks
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| Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back
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| I don’t chill, I react
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| On the scale, my pockets fat
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| And to this whale, you like a ant
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| I’ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
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| And on this Codeine, I’m a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
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| I’m the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
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| I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott
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| Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop
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| Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi |