| Yeah, show
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| This ain’t for play I’m trying to let you niggas know
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| You showing love now they talking on the low
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| And I’m the one I thought I gave these bitches hope
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| So when you see us pulling up don’t even tweak
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| You run your mouth but you running through the streets
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| My nigga get that white out like he using bleach
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| Get on your job
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| Got your nigga on a leash
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| I just buy it I ain’t never had a layaway
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| I do not fuck with you niggas stay away
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| This shit we making got 'em tryna hack the data base
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| I’m in a lab
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| I got Metro, I got 808
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| 2Pac alive I’m the living proof
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| All eyes on me you know I got the juice
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| Where I’m from them niggas getting loose
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| Ain’t no tellin' who the first to shoot
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| I put getting to that money on my resume
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| I can’t wear that shit no more I wore that yesterday
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| I ain’t stressing niggas gone say what want to say
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| In a lab
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| I got Metro, I got 808
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| I ain’t playing, this your chance
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| I’ma keep it cute
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| I got 50 bands on a mans flexing with the crew
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| Don’t waste my time telling lies I got shit to do
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| Now everywhere I go they know I got the fucking juice
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| These niggas don’t really smoke they just roll
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| They don’t know
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| We smoke 20 in a row, Yeah
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| My money can’t even fold, finger roll
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| When I’m on baby I’ma do the most
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| Yeah, these bitches ain’t nothing but hoes for the bros
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| Get exposed man I swear these bitches gross
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| My homie just dropped a four in the foam
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| All I hope is that he don’t overdose
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| Let’s get it
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| 2Pac alive I’m the living proof
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| All eyes on me you know I got the juice
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| Where I’m from them niggas getting loose
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| Ain’t no tellin' who the first to shoot
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| I put getting to that money on my resume
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| I can’t wear that shit no more I wore that yesterday
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| I ain’t stressing niggas gone say what want to say
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| In a lab
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| I got Metro, I got 808 |