| I ain’t gone lie, this one for you baby
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| I fell in love with everything you do baby
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| You want some Valentino Jimmy Choo baby
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| I got these niggas in they feelings, I’m going too crazy
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| I’m the boss man
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| With the game plan
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| Shout out to Four-Five that’s my main mans
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| Nigga it don’t make sense if it don’t make bands
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| Fuck the paperwork, my word good
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| Let’s shake hands
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| FMB TAG
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| We a empire
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| A nigga swing on me, I bet my mans fire
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| And we all move at night like some vampires
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| All a nigga hear is shots and police sirens
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| This the real me
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| You feel me
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| Nigga fuck this rap shit, yeah I’m still me
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| Keep a couple hitters with me, you can’t kill me
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| A nigga play around with me, shit gone get real deep
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| I make one phone call, and spray the whole street
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| I just got that one call, they say they lows sweet
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| A thousand pack a whole day, fuck a whole week
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| Them pros get her pussy wet, just like a slow leak
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| So cheap
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| She had to cut you off said you was so weak
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| You not me
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| I roll the 20's on me, this shit sloppy
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| A nigga made a killing down the way off them rockes
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| Get in a lot of newer relationships with them knoxes
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| A nigga made a killing down the way with them oranges
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| We touch down
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| I throw my hands up, cause we scoring
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| Niggas hate to see me in the club, I’m like Jordan
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| I’m balling
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| Money falling on them, liquor pouring
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| Big bands taking up space, bitch I’m hording
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| Fuck naw
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| Swiper no swiping, I’m like Dora
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| Take a bad bitch to the suite then record her
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| Wake up, drop her ass off then ignore her
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| I’m a keep it real
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| Free my niggas 80's
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| We was in this shit for real
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| Dropping 6's out of seals
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| If it was slavery, then I would still be in the field
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| You a house nigga
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| When I rap, hustlers get the chills
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| 75 south with the low to the hills
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| I’m on my no hands
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| Bags shaking self, while I chill
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| Put a half on it, extra pros in it kill
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| I’m a keep my foot on the gas til a mil
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| I’m a keep my hands in the street cause I gotta do it
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| Ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah
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| OG’s give me my respect, I know what I’m doing
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| You ain’t never got hit with a bag and you gotta move it
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| Set it off |