| Any bitch that chill her jones with me End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh)
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| I got a ziplock the killer grown with me I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)
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| Justin a prob give us like he feel I boned Britney (uh)
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| I really don’t get me (uh), I really won’t get me YEAH!
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| I think y’all know by now that I ain’t nothin to be fucked with (yeah)
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| I think y’all know by now that I don’t care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)
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| I think hoes know by now that I’m that nigga they should bump with (yeah)
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| I think y’all know by now it’s F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
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| I’m often asked, HEY, ain’t you that guy (uh)
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| There’s no one else from head to ankle that fly (uh uh)
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| Who put slugs point blank through that guy (uh huh)
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| And there’s nothin (uh huh) these dudes ain’t do that I (uh), can’t do at my
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| (uh)
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| earliest convenience (uh), your girlie ain’t foreseen since (uh)
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| the feature with Lil’Mo, over 2 million people, I’ve reached with my little
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| flow (yeah)
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| They said sounded like the guy who’s speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)
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| Personally I think they was reachin a little dough
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| But now they callin just to get a feature so it’ll blow (yeah)
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| I’m teachin my little bro
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| to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
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| I’ll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh)
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| Even devil worshippers got up outta the God
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| I know all you cowards is hard
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| Your career’s dead so I send flowers and cards
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| With our regards, nigga
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| Uh, uh, nigga
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| I think they know by now
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| Who the fuck I be Uh, yeah, but um
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| (*singing*)
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| I’m with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
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| Uh, for you non-spellin motherfuckers, Street Family
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| Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
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| Uh, fuck up, word to Brooklyn
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| Haha |