| Phone plug from his six
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| So much money it don’t make no sense
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| Once I fuck a bitch, a name, I forget it
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| And if she suck me good I might pay her rent
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| It don’t make no sense
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| It don’t make no sense
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| Got 100 guns nigga, I am with the shits
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| It don’t make no sense
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| It don’t make no sense
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| How I’m trapping and I’m rapping it don’t make no sense
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| Got 100 fucking guns and I be on dumb shit
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| Got my mama texting me like Fredo that don’t make no sense
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| But I can’t be lacking man you know how shit is
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| I’m gonna break in your damn crib trying to pay my damn rent
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| Now I’m all up in and getting what I spent
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| Trap, smoking dope I’m just cooling with this little bitch
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| She like: «Fredo why you got tats up on your face?
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| You know goddamn well that don’t make no goddamn sense»
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| I’m like shut up little bitch
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| Before I smack you into some goddamn sense
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| Sneak dissing me, get flatlined quick
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| Money coming fast you
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| That work be gone before I bust it out the package
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| I don’t fuck with rappers cause half these niggas actors
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| Money in the closet and these bitches on my mattress
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| Bitches kissing on me leaving lipstick on my boxers
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| Thirty all on me, nigga I don’t do no boxing
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| Smoke a lot of swishers man, I need a couple of boxes
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| What you staring at? |
| Are you a fan or an OPP
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| Don’t make me paranoia, I’m gonna reach for my chopper
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| I think the nigga hating cause I fucked his baby mama
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| 0−6-1 front street, posted waiting for the drama
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| Killing anything that come between my commas |