| You lucky this is personal nigga…
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| I ain’t gonna kill you ova no woman
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| Don’t you ever in your fuckin' life bite hand that feed you nigga
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| Juicy J this Juicy J that
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| You know what I put have you niggas
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| In the game you know what I’m sayin
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| From day one you betta check yo muthafuckin
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| Self nigga fuck you bitches
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| Cross ass no good sorry excuse For A Real Nigga!
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| We gettin wild in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas
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| We gettin buck in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas
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| We gettin crazy in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas
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| We gettin krunk in da club maine they can’t control us young niggas
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| I got a ass whoopin recipe if you next to me
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| It can get real messy G if you testin me
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| Imma grown maine can’t nothin earn the respect life my tone can
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| Young niggas in the club sippin on some bud
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| Throwin chairs maine not giving a fuck
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| Frayser Boy all in this bitch nigga I don’t give a shit
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| Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh
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| Sippin on this cron this time I’m not so friskay
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| Im bout to bust a cowards head nigga don’t you tempt mae
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| Drunk as fuck they why I’m buck my attitude is shittay
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| Reppin Bay so don’t you play Memphis is the citay
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| Take a bitch beat a bitch drama Imma handle it
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| Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous
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| Have you in some bandages
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| When you in the poppin shot
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| If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot
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| Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin
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| On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends
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| Who dat boy who that bitch who da one I know is lame
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| Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name
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| Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill
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| Niggas dreams gave them level steems whats the deal
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| Why yo skill is to take me out bitch I’m like a shield
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| Made of steel and I will kill but I’m bout this meal
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| Is it cash cause the fast cash got you niggas mad
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| Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav
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| You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or
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| Two shouldn’t been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push
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| The gate back you push my last button
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| Ain nigga scared boy I ain’t neva ran back down from you crossers
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| Bitch I never can |