| Never trust
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| Nobody (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
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| Hey
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| I met this lil' bitch
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| Yeah, she say she from Atlanta
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| Say she move like Danny Phantom
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| I told her, «Let's get it
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| You know how to use a hammer?
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| Put that nigga on a banner?»
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| She said, «What the mission?
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| Foogi, tell me what to do
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| We can do it me and you»
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| I said, «Point the tool
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| If that pussy nigga move
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| Make that nigga hear the boom»
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| I said, «This the plan
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| You gon' get him to the spot
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| Make sure that you off the clock
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| 'Bout 2 o’clock
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| Get to reachin' for his cock
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| You’ll be pullin' out the Glock
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| I’ll take it from there
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| I’ll be comin' up the stairs with a drum that’s hittin' like a snare
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| He ain’t no bear
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| What we ask him, he gon' tell
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| The beam on him never fail»
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| She said, «Foo, I got it
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| Boy, let’s go and get this profit
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| He move wrong and he get bodied»
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| I told her I like her
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| When we done, girl, I’ma pipe her
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| Hit you with the Roddy Piper
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| Now this how it go
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| All-black Tahoe
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| That be posted at the store
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| You hit the door
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| Ask the nigga for some smokes
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| Then show somethin', you make him choke
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| You give him a smile
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| Look that nigga up and down
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| Ask that nigga for a gram
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| He give you a dub
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| Blowin' kisses for the love
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| He reachin' out, he want a hug
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| You give him a squeeze
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| Tell that nigga you don’t tease
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| Reach down and rub his knee
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| He ask for your number
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| Get his phone and type your number
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| He don’t know he in the thunder
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| He hit you later
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| Tell him that you 'bout your paper
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| He say he got plenty paper
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| You tell him to prove it
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| Where you at and what you doin'?
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| Pull up, boy, let’s make a movie
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| He said, «Girl, I’m comin'
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| Damn, baby, but you’re rushin'
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| Make me think you’re up to somethin'»
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| You say, «Nigga, please
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| When I gave you that lil' squeeze
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| I told you, nigga, I don’t tease
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| Now what you gon' do?
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| Come here, nigga, or it’s through
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| I got better shit to do
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| You say you got money?
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| Well, this pussy cost some hundreds
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| Too expensive, stop your frontin'»
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| He said, «Where you at?
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| You’ll call a nigga’s bluff
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| I like that, baby girl, what’s up?»
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| You drop your location
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| Mask on like I’m Jason
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| He don’t know I’m in the basement
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| He pick her up
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| Same black Tahoe truck
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| Thirties on it, lifted up
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| Take off to the spot
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| He start flexin' plenty knots
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| Steady lookin' at the clock
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| It’s 'bout 1 o’clock
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| Nigga say he got a drop
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| Partner pull up with a Glock
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| He drop off a pack-ah
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| Then he leave, but he was lackin'
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| Get the pack and he unwrap it
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| Bales of the gas
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| Peepin' out, I lift my mask
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| Made my heart start beatin' fast
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| He walk to a room
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| He come back, he got a broom
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| He sweepin' up the residue
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| 'Bout a bag and a half
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| Then he hand her a big bag
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| Tell her, «Go and get some cash»
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| She drop the bag
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| Tell him, «I don’t want no bag
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| Nigga, I just want the cash»
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| He tell her, «Come here»
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| He start kissin' on her ear
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| Rubbin' all up on her hips
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| She say, «Where my money?
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| Hundreds, fifties, and the twenties
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| You must thought that I was frontin'
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| You flexin' them bags
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| I don’t care nothin' 'bout no bag
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| You could be the middleman
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| Don’t fuck with no Patrick
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| You a Patrick if you cappin'
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| Thought you said you had them rackades»
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| He go to the safe
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| Put them hundreds in her face
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| Heart beatin' like I ran a race
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| She look at the clock
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| Action time, it’s 2 o’clock
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| Let’s turn this shit here up a notch
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| He goin' up the stairs
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| They start walkin' up the stairs
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| He grab her ass and pull her hair
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| She say, «Get my guap»
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| Turn around, he count a knot
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| He turn around, he see the Glock |