| I ain’t really down for all the nonsense
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| I’m just smoking til I think I go unconscious
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| If you fuck with me, you know you fucking with a real one
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| I ain’t got a bitch, I might go and steal one
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| Smoke a lot of weed, and put it all in papers
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| I don’t fuck with you, you not one of my Taylors
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| Niggas lackin on they moves, because they don’t know
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| All this alcohol and Kush, I’m moving slow mo
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| Niggas wondering when I’m telling them take they best shot
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| Not but Imma leave them stretched out
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| You don’t know about me, better do your homework
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| We find out about you, come to your home first
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| Give you everything you own, I’m feedin ya
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| If I ever put you on, yeah you’re eating, bruh
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| Give you everything you own, I’m feedin ya
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| If I ever put you on, yeah you’re eating, bruh
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| Got a lotta niggas that I gotta feed
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| Trapping hard, getting pies, that’s a lotta street
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| If a fuck try to take something, that’s fine with me
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| I’ll run down in the race, for my diamond piece
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| Get money, balling hard than a bitch
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| Trap and put on for my clique
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| Cash money like the Rollie on my wrist
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| Goddamb can’t stand these broke bitches
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| No goals, bet she only ride dick
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| No sence, nothing, damb shame when a bitch go to sleep, probably don’t dream
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| about shit
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| on a nigga plate
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| Grind hard, can’t get a break
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| On the move for the paper chase, till I’m super straight
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| Sunset on the
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| To Sunset
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| Whippin up a brick of hard
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| Now I’m riding in a foreign car
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| Give you everything you own, I’m feedin ya
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| If I ever put you on, yeah you’re eating, bruh
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| Give you everything you own, I’m feedin ya
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| I’m feedin ya, I’m feedin ya
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| If I ever put you on, yeah you’re eating, bruh |