| I feel like God
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| What the fuck…
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| Ah-ah-ahem (LouBeats on the beat)
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| If the bad-ass bitch boring then we might play (Yeah, yeah), yeah
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| Fuck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck all the opps, they gon' die anyway
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| I was down so bad, I had no other way
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| I might take your ho and I might penetrate
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| He said he was gon' bust me, won’t bust a grave (Yeah)
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| All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane (Let's go)
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| Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way
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| Stuffin' the racks, yeah
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| Make it clap, yeah
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| Come to my crib, yeah
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| Throw it back, yeah
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| I can’t even talk to you, like, «Nigga, you look like the feds»
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| We can’t conversate for long, lil' bitch, you give me head
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| Fuck nigga look at me wrong, I might just crack his head
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| Found that lil' boy body right there in the shed
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| Hope I get no blood on my brand new Chanel
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| They ask how I do it, bitch, I do it well
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| Our clout on clout nine, yeah
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| Banging triple seven 'til I’m dead and pale
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| They just wanna see a nigga rot in jail
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| And my brother gettin' that work right now through the fuckin' mail
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| If the bad-ass bitch boring then we might play, yeah (Yeah)
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| Fuck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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| Fuck all the opps, they gon' die anyway (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)
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| I was down so bad, I had no other way (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)
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| I might take your ho and I might penetrate (Woo)
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| He said he was gon' bust me, won’t bust a grave (Yeah)
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| All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane
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| Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way |