| Yeah, no more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| Yeah, no more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh
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| Yeah
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| Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from
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| Price tags on makin' the world feel some
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| They don't have enough to satisfy a real one
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| Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done
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| Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us
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| Louisville hush money for my young gunners
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| Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and casinos
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| Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo
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| Worms, I just opened up a can of those
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| My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose
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| Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones
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| I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose
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| Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the ante
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| California girls sweeter than pieces of candy
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| Had me all in Nipsey hood to go link up with Sammy
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| Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family
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| Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
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| Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle
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| My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals
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| But it's gon' take more than that for me to control my issues
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| I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell
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| Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele
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| Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell
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| I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves
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| No more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
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| No more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh
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| Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these
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| Crime family like the Genovese
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| You don't want drama, capisci?
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| My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid
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| I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
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| I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase
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| I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are climbin' to reach
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| I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets
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| Subtle reminders are key, jeez!
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| Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic
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| And everyone that wants the worst for me's askin' what happened
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| Backstabbed so many times I started walkin' backwards
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| Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches
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| Bury me and I'll be born again
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| I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men
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| I got some real demons across the border fence
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| And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again
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| Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
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| Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work
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| Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the 33rd
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| When I say that they cursin' me it ain't dirty words
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| Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue
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| I don't know who's protectin' me but we hit it off
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| Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off
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| I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are
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| No more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
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| No more, no more
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh |