| I be wondering man
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| Who the fuck are you?
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| Who are you? |
| I don’t know
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| I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you?
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| Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you?
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| Bitch I’m running through a check, who are you?
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| Hood nigga with respect, who are you?
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you?
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| Keep some shooters on deck, who are you?
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| Grab the nine or the tech, who are you?
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you?
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| Shoot that nigga man, stomp that nigga
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| He ain’t Front Street, man fuck that nigga
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| Wanna go to war? |
| What, you upset nigga?
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| Guess how many ran when I up my pistol
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| Gettin' head while I’m counting them Benjs
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| I swear the Lord can be my witness (I swear to God man)
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| Hundred thousand off the chicken
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| My niggas eating, no Thanksgiving
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| Shoot that nigga, expose that nigga
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| Shit get real, gone fold ass nigga
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| I don’t fuck with no old ass niggas
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| All I fuck with them young ass niggas
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| Dumb ass nigga, cock gun back nigga
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| Got my team like a runback nigga
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| Pop a couple Xans and I roll a lot of swishas
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| Forget evrrythang, I think I shoot four niggas
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| Don’t go anywhere if I ain’t got my fucking pistol
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| I’m Fredo from Front Street, who the fuck is you? |
| (Big Boss)
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| Got a hunna fuckin guns, I ain’t even gotta shoot
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| And I’m high off Xanax right now in the booth
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| Might pull off with ya boo when I pull up in that coupe
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| Bitch I’m running out of bricks, tell 'em call Jesús
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| You can catch me roll one and then trynna dodge the State troops
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| Young «Trapper of the Year», man that ain’t nothing new
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| Man you know how I do, might pull up get to shootin
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| Flexin on them, hurtin they feelings
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| Fucked yo bitch then I keep it pimpin (fuck that thot)
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| My favorite spot is the kitchen
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| I swear I love water whippin |