| Lonesxme
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| Uh, uh, what they say?
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| Uh, what they say?
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| Uh, slide, uh, slide
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| Uh, sleep, yeah, sleep
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| Breeze, sleep
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| Fuck on a thot, Brazzer
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| She told me dick down her throat, couldn’t nut any faster
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| My future be odder than Bastard
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| I got the 40 on me and it piss like a bladder
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| Grip on my dick, lasso
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| All of my boys from the camp, I ain’t talkin' bout lazlo
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| Bomb on my shooter, robotic, I’m calling him Astro
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| Took the K to my nose on the plateau
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| I put the K in a zip
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| «Every kiss begin with Kay,» got a K on his lip
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| XD with attachments
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| Say your niggas pulling up, XD, I’m laughin'
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| I decapitate a head, she decapitate my dick after you go to bed
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| Dick in her stomach, she feel like Seppuku
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| I got her wet and she feel like Cthulhu
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| Nigga, I feel like MJ, ridin' through with the SKS
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| I got Balenciagas on the nightstand
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| They rap outta pipe man
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| They know they fuckin' wit' the gang
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| Challenge my shooter, he don’t shoot astray
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| I did a shoot then moved to L.A.
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| When I say «Shoot» them niggas gon' spray
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| Fay, fay, fay, Hit them niggas wit' mayday
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| Doing drugs, nigga what is the safe way? |
| (What is the safe way?)
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| Pull up wit' lil' baby (Ooh, ooh, yuh, ooh)
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| Light skin bitch, come here, Janet
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| I take a Perc', I’m not on the planet
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| I drop a Xan too in the Phantom
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| And that’s your mans too he look stranded
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| Your bitch on my ass too, nigga, panic
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| She drink our nut and feel we like a yoohoo (Yoohoo)
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| I play with my diamonds while you play Bejeweled (Bejeweled)
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| I hold the stick and I sweep like a broom (Broom)
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| Pull up on me, shot, you fool
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| TERROR! |
| the shooter (We slide)
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| He the wingman
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| Terror gone shoot it (Off-White)
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| (He sleep) Three Xans
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| Beat up the pot like I’m Ike and Tina be the brick
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| I’m at the ritz wit' any nigga bitch
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| I left a dirty K with ya bitch,
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| That’s not the dirty drank that’s the mix
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| I’m rich forever I feel like Jay Critch
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| I left a dent in his head like a ditch
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| I ran his pockets because of adrenaline
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| My gun ADD, I think it need Ritalin |