| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Play that back, uh
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| Let me hear that, uh
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| Ba-da-da, uh, uh
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| Ba-da, uh
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| What, what, what
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Rocket two by night, uh
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| Keep a hammer and a two-two
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| Shoot a nigga with that uh-huh
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| Lil' bitch think I’m cool cool
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| Freaky like Adina
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| Sing songs like Alina
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| Wet like Aquafina, legs slippery light like Gina’s
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| This my baby momma shit
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| She like when I rhyme like this
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| Baby like when talk like this but you still ride baby momma whip
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| Pac when I get too real
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| Pop then I got two deals
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| Ant won’t do it then Luke will
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| And the gun jam and I shoot still
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| Papa was a rolling stone, momma kicked me out and said, «Don't come back home»
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| Trapped my lil' ass off in a back room with a thin mattress cover in the
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| basement night
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| Couldn’t call my mother, had to get these packs off
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| Get a Mercedes bike, settled for the Porsche, you know I kept it light
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| I lost wait, hmm, uh, a lot of niggas to gunfight
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| Long days, from LePearl days, and the metros, no bald fade
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| In hallways, had to part ways, 'cause the streets had, my lil' mind made
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| We killed most our enemies, had to kill my own too
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| By fourteen or fifteen, a nigga was real live grown dude
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| So don’t talk to me or chat to me about your phone
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| About your friends, about my post, about my man, Mac, yeah he gone
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| And he did, what he did
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| And we was young, damn near kids
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| But it’s cool and we cool
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| And I love, he love me too, so give no fuck, what the fuck?
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| You niggas care to fuckin' do
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| I do not know, nor, do I follow
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| I know one thing though, when you this hot, this dick get swallowed
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| Soul gone, fucks not given this heart is hollow
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| I wanna kill rappers, these bitch niggas is shallow
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| La-la-la, la, la-la, la-da, mellow |