| Only top shelf liquor allowed at my grave
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| Cover charge at my funeral, pimps deserve to get paid
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| Got a bad yellow bitch with tears rolling down her face
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| I ain’t put her in the will but she will hold me down when I fade
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| When I’m six feet underground
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| Til I’m six feet underground
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| Body bag in a Cadillac black widow bitch
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| That I went to hell and back with
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| If she with me from the Avenues
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| I take her from the backstreets all the way to Saks Fifth
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| We were fucking on the money on the mattress
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| Stick it through her when I’m fucking them ratchets
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| Had you hot like a matchhead, yeah
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| But the fact is you the only one I trust to the casket
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| Yeah you’re that bitch
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| Never lived a would’ve, should’ve
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| Did it, done it, out the gutter
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| Obituary’s on the front of
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| All the papers, crying lovers
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| Getting head like stone cold stunner
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| Getting bread like empanada
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| Fuck up commas, fuck up grammar
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| Old boy John, I tucked the hammer
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| Only top shelf liquor allowed at my grave
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| Cover charge at my funeral, pimps deserve to get paid
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| Got a bad yellow bitch with tears rolling down her face
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| I ain’t put her in the will but she will hold me down when I fade
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| When I’m six feet underground
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| Till I’m six feet underground
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| Ashes ashes dust to dust
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| Spread my ashes on the 101 South
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| Smoking that loud out the moonroof
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| Ignorant with the whole crew all this during rush hour
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| Let us see them titties one time
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| My legacy will live a long time
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| Hennessy from seventeen thou
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| Trying to take a light pink limousine to heaven with a hot young Ebony dime
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| piece
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| Lord forgive me I’m the Oprah Winfrey
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| Gave my all and took my hometown with me
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| Blood, sweat, tears, and both my kidneys
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| The eleventh letter til death come get me
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| Mama said kill them with kindness
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| Daddy said kill for them diamonds
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| I been murdering ever since putting on everything
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| Won’t die 'till I reach prime, promise
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| Only top shelf liquor allowed at my grave
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| Cover charge at my funeral, pimps deserve to get paid
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| Got a bad yellow bitch with tears rolling down her face
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| I ain’t put her in the will but she will hold me down when I fade
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| When I’m six feet underground
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| Who gone hold me down?
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| Til I’m six feet underground |