| Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
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| Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
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| I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
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| I can kill yall and yall boss
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| Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
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| Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
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| I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
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| I can kill yall and yall boss
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| Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
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| You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem
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| Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
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| I say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter
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| We spray then leave
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| We play when we know
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| We play N. E
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| Doctor Carter are you the disease boy
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| Young money motherfucka deez theez boyz
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| Bitches you crazy
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| Weez retardz
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| Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj
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| Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
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| Soulja boy on the beat
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| But you can call me chef boyardee
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| Cause ima heat this shit
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| And ima eat this shit
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| Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
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| Then i flush and whipe my ass
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| Gun slinger like a pass
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| I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
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| Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail
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| And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
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| Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
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| Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
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| I ain’t on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
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| That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
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| That aww naw he got a gun oh shit .shit…shit
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| (JAE MILLZS)
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| Okay its young money what you know bout it
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| The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
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| And all that fronting shit nigga I don? |
| t know bout it
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| Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it
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| And don? |
| t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden
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| Spazzin and blastin; |
| blastin and rat- a- tattin
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| And naw I don? |
| t cook em like potatoes I mash em
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| I don? |
| t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion
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| Shots through the window where your brand new astin?
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| You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin
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| Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin
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| No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side
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| And four wheels of steal. |
| I ain’t neva scared and I ain’t neva cared
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| So fuck what they doing over there. |
| im doin it here
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| You nothing like me fuck boy don? |
| t be outlandish
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| We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas
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| Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the
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| cameras
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| Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he ain’t got it
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| ???to clear for wayne that? |
| s a disadvantage
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| Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct
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| thrillers call me john Landis
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| Nigha
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| (laughing)
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| Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha |