| Wop
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| Wop
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| Marii Beatz
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| , turn me up!
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| Go
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| Lately, I’ve been hangin' by myself
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| Fuck 'em all, don’t need nobody else (Fuck 'em, my dude)
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| Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
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| I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (Rassclaat)
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| The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (My dude)
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| I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (Rassclaat)
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| I put that on my son and my mother, mane
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| My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
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| I’m sellin' dope 'cause dope don’t sell itself
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| My hood full of steppers, gotta watch your steps
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| Tornado wrist, my right arm is a hurricane
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| My jeweler call me Noah’s Ark, I’m floodin' everything
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| I’m standin' in the section by myself (It's Gucci)
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| I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (Free Meech)
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| I’m from East Atlanta, niggas sell you anything (Bouldercrest)
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| And I’m a genius, bitch, so I can’t go for anything (Wop) |