| How many pills getting popped
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| White bitch gimmie neck
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| While i’m sippin on siroc
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| Call my niggas up and get em
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| I don’t need no fucking clique to have my back
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| Been alone since day one
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| Fuck you looking at
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| I’m insecure and selfish
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| I got a urge to kill em
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| Need a bad bitch in white denims
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| To supply my jizzem
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| Hold up hold up
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| Boy i’m sick of all the doubt
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| I’m trynna blow the fuck up
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| And move the fuck up out the house nigga
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| Money im the plug
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| I need drugs to supply my need for love
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| Omg
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| Nobody wants to see you doing better
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| So i’m cutting niggas off
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| Then imma flex up with the cheddar
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| Everyday i tell myself i’m not afraid of death
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| But there’s so much shit to do so imma get it off my chest
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| Imma ride with the niggas who gone see me in my casket
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| I still want a white bitch
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| Who titties kinda average
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| Flex
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| Stunt on these niggas
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| They wish they could fuck with the chords on this nigga
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| But nobody can do shit the way i wanna do it
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| Cuz niggas stupid
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| They ain’t fucking with the ruthless
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| Niggas fucking screaming when they see us fucking coming nigga
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| Better hide behind the bushes when they see us fucking stuntin nigga
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| Woah woah
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| Money money dollar bill
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| Get a bad light skin with highs heels to pop a pill
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| Woah woah
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| She fucked my roll up
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| Been sipping coronas
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| I think that i’m sober
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| Like oh
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| Walk up in the building
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| Looking for the best breast
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| That i bust up on and chill wit
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| Oh
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| Niggas really thinking that they really putting work in
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| I pull the strings behind the fucking scene
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| Pull the curtains
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| Nigga
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| Oh
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| Blood sweat and tears up in the booth
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| Blood sweating out this nigga neck and crying through his tooth
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| Lotta hate up on my mind
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| Lotta stress up in my chest
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| I need somebody i can trust
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| But everybody wanna flex
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| Too much money on the table
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| All go to pills
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| I tryna fuck a goth bitch up in the hollywood hills nigga
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| Everybody’s a star
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| Go to school get job
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| And then rip ya family apart
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| Live a life of no dreams
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| But aye you still got that car
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| Praying one day for the death upon yourself cuz its hard
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| Nigga |