| They-they-they don’t know who they fucking with
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| I don’t think they understand
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| I don’t think they understand
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| Jesus had some disciples, got betrayed from his friends
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| Yeah
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| I don’t think they know they fucking with
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| I step into this motherfucker swagged out
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| Neiman Marcus shopping with my bitch, she got her bags out
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| (Ooh!) That’s too much, I’m running the budget up too much
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| And these niggas do not give two fucks
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| If I make it or not, they say good luck
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| Wrist, damn right, sheesh!
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| Killing the parking lot, R.I.P
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| Protekted Records, the records I’m repping
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| They spend a whole lot of money on me!
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| Never ask questions how God feel
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| If I don’t get you then the Mob will
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| Niggas know that you a straight up pussy
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| I’m a alley cat like-like Garfield
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| Look at him shoot, loo-loo-look at him shoot
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| He won' t hit nothing
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| We know that you fronting
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| You know you not stupid, know who you rob
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| Ra-ka-da, ra-ka-da, ra-ka-da, ra-ka-da
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| Ra-ka-da. |
| ra-ka-da, ra-ka-da!
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| Nigga got wet in the rain but it feel like you got ate by a crocodile |