| Clown ass niggas, I peep all them subs and all that
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| Niggas can’t fuck with me nigga, I do this
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| I am this shit nigga
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| And don’t be commentin' on my pictures, I don’t know you niggas
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| Pippi Longstocking, huggin' on my denim
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| All up in my business, 'bout to take the beetle
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| Call me Mr. Whiskers, the flu flamming champion
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| Bitch, I am the Ruler, back splittin' medullas
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| Medusa, I stone him if he Judas, he stupid
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| Think he finna book me, I am not one of these losers
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| The kamikaze doors when I’m hoppin' out with two TECs
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| Ooh, damn, flu flam, nigga think he too tough
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| Klu Klux, quick to hang a nigga for my Luther
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| All these niggas know me, Mr. Big Bank Buddah
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| Or Mr. Big Banc Uchie
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no killers
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| The only thing I know is what I know and mind my business
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| These niggas eyeballin', I’m assumin' they offended
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| The Grinch that stole Christmas
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no killers
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| The only thing I know is what I know and mind my business |
| These niggas eyeballin', I’m assumin' they offended
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| The Grinch that stole Christmas
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| Pussy nigga you disgust me, please don’t discuss me
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| Baby bottle when I’m fussy, ten bands off of musty
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout the song
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| I be sendin' ten packs every week of that strong
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| Get 'em in, get 'em gone, don’t be playin' on my phone
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| Eight-balls eyeballed, and I serve 'em all night long
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| Poured a four of the pint 'cause the deuce wasn’t strong
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| I don’t go back and forth, bitch this ain’t ping and pong
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| I don’t know Nathan about nothin'
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| But I know every nigga with me gon' be bustin'
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| I ain’t fightin', I ain’t fussin'
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| We ain’t talkin', bitch we fuckin'
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| Then you dippin', we ain’t cuffin'
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| You be sippin' Robitussin
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no killers
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| The only thing I know is what I know and mind my business
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| These niggas eyeballin', I’m assumin' they offended
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| The Grinch that stole Christmas
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no killers
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| The only thing I know is what I know and mind my business |
| These niggas eyeballin', I’m assumin' they offended
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| The Grinch that stole Christmas
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| Like I was saying, I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders or no killers
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| Like keep my name out your mouth, I don’t know you niggas
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| Like for real these niggas run they mouth like
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| I’m talkin' like crazy shit, I’m like I don’t know now nothin' 'bout no murders,
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout no killers
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| The only thing I know is what I know and mind my business
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| For real, shit
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| Anyway through the work, 'cause is for real, I cannot have or, have access to
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| firearms or some shit like that
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| So I don’t know nothin' 'bout no murders
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| Stop asking me, I don’t know your homie, uh, bitch
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| Keep my name out your mouth
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| And just listen to the tape though
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| And I don’t know you niggas
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| I really don’t, like
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| They done found the red, it was over here
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| I found it |