| I mean you know you had a…
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| You gotta turn up this shit a lil louder, you feel me?
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| Gucci Mane
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| Scream!
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| I ain’t never want a Grammy, I ain’t never been a nominee
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| P’s in my Hummer V, 30 grand for one of these
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| I don’t like these pussy ass niggas just like Chief Keef
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| Bon appétit, when I eat, nigga feast feast
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| Bishop think, capish pish
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| Keep her on a short leash
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| Half people deceased
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| Cause they know they dead meat
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| Toes out, top off, grinding my freak G
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| You came to the game but you way in the cheap seat
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| I swear they don’t want me to succeed
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| But I’m not letting them leave until I stop em from breathing
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| I ain’t fucking 'round
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| Don’t let 'em get you down
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| Man, it will make a nigga really wanna act up
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| Cause I’m a do what I’m a do, in my new Cadillac truck
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| What about you? |
| But I ain’t fucking 'round
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| Don’t let 'em get you down
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| I got killers on my payroll, moving when I say so
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| These hoes don’t really love me, they just love I got a bank roll
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| My plug he just keep sending blow
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| He ain’t never said no
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| He mixing on the hat they broke
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| And I can’t understand folk
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| I’m talkin to you, pussy ass nigga — you’d better listen
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| Stepped, is that so hard? |
| With that pistol he paid attention
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| Jump out with them K’s, start hittin' cause they were snitchin
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| Tell the ambulance hey no need to rush cause shorty twistin' |