| Hook:
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| Scandalous ass bitch trying to take to a league
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| But you won’t let her see that shit, nope
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| I ain’t fi’n make you rich, naw
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| What you eat don’t make me shit, bow
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| I ain’t fi’n to spare dat bitch, huh?
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| I ain’t fi’n to spare dat bitch, damn!
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| I ain’t fi’n to spare dat bitch, huh?
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| I ain’t fi’n to spare dat bitch, nope
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| Figg in da mirror, do it in a bless way
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| Way 200 on a dash, 100 on express way
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| Jordan on my feet, shirt on my best day
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| Post season projects, heavy on my chest play
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| Thinking I’mma go get it undercover hitter
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| Heavy on the plot for the sucka in the middle
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| Finger in her cookies, man I’m fucking with a rooky
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| Looking at his foot print, hit him when he’s looking
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| Whole neighborhood man waiting for the cookie
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| Certify rat man, Feds can’t book’em
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| Streets can’t catch’em now he claimin' dat?
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| But they caught em in the shine ask where the streets took’em
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| You a scandalous ass bitch tryin' to turn me to a lick
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| But you won’t let her see that shit, naw
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| Bet you regret that shit
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| Can’t finesse disrespect my clique
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| I’m a lunatic, but my goon is really sick
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| They’ll cut you up in pieces bitch
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| Well nieces and nephews, bitch
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| Tell you watch you better bring them grips, yeah
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| And a hard-top Lamb, and a drop-top M
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| And a hard-top Rari with bitch, yeah
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| Tell J to clean that shit, yeah
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| Say it like I mean that shit, yeah |