| Yeah, turn it up in the headphones
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| Who’s messing with my mic?
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| Has someone binit?
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| Course no one’s binit
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| Yeah, the bricks on the ship goes up and down
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| That bitch on my dick goes up and down
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| Better stick to the script 'til we comin' 'round
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| Gonna rain on your bricks and it’s comin' down
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| It’s a hit, it’s a hit, got the summer sound
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| Got the game in a grip, got 'em runnin' 'round
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| Got my name on your lips and me comin' 'round
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| Never came with no tricks, had to dumb it down
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| But I came with a bitch and a bummy pound
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| And the mandem were bitch and they bogged me down
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| But my chick’s lookin' sick in a yummy gown
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| Put her hands in my jeans and she shove it down
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| Little shoobs, little shoobs, little club in town
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| Got the goons in the place with the chubby rounds
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| Best stand over there, yeah them muggy bounds
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| Niggas jump out the pram, make the buggy bounce (Jheez)
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| Got a dozen down
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| Big Bad doesn’t doubt (Nah)
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| Doesn’t shout
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| That doesn’t count
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| Got your hands in the air, put 'em fuckin' down
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| Gonna end up in lost and the fuckin' found
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| Got her hands in my face, yeah, she’s lovin' brown
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| I’m the man in the place that they’re runnin' down (Jheez)
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| Run me down
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| Run me down (Yeah, yeah)
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down (Yeah, yeah)
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down
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| Got the big CEO’s and the taggies down
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| Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down
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| Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
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| Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down
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| Buff (Buff), that’s gettin' bust (Gettin' bust)
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| That’s gettin' beat up (Beat up)
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| That’s gettin' rushed (Yeah, yeah)
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| Game in my hand (In my hand)
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| That’s gettin' crushed
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| Clean up the mess
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| Dust pan and brush
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| Creep from the riddim like I’m venomous
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| Backyard full of skeletons
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| Nickname Sheldon
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| I already told you on Shellington
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| Dem man are soft, you know handle with care, delicate
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| Us man are armed, I swing off the chandelier and drop everything
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| Let’s play a game called who da fucks madder
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| Knife work doin' up bladders
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| Right turn, too many cameras
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| Turn back, hidin' my face, like I’m movin' embarrassed
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| That’s how I maneuver with daggers
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| Takin' stripes and numerous badges
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| My niggas so mental
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| I don’t know if they’re stupid or savage
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| Bikes, I got a few in the garage
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| We’ll ride on whoever’s bangin'
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| Night king, I take the juice out the dragon
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| Might swing, and make a human a cabbage
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| Night wing, I’m like who wid' is active
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| It’s G-H, I’m coming from the East Side
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| Old school Green gate, runnin' in my Levis
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| 'Round here brethren nothin' at the seaside
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| Man gets stuck up and deep fried
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| With both gloves off, I punch up a beeline
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| Fuck it up and then rewind
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| Double clutch and look behind
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| Summer’s up but I keep fires
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| Somethin' tucked like I’m Eli
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down
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| Got the big CEO’s and the taggies down
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| Did a show, sponsored clothes, put the shottas down
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| Yeah, I stuck to the code, nigga shot it down
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| Yeah I fucked on the road, nigga caught it down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Run me down
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| Okay, rub me down |