| Can’t get along with 'em
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| Can’t get along with 'em
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| Nah, nah
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| My mentality is way before my time
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| How the fuck I got so far, I’m way before my prime
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| I be chasing dreams while all you suckers stand in line
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| I say fuck them bitches, I’m gon' take whatever’s mine
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| Boss affiliated, I’m protected every coast
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| Shout outs to my ballers and my niggas, we so close
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| They showed me these boys they ain’t no man they fuckin' jokes
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| So I stuck to the dope and I keep one tucked in my coat
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| What about you, nigga?
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| Never robbed none, never popped one
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| Never dropped none, never shot none
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| Never got one, you ain’t cop none
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| You a flop son, nigga stop frontin'
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| Niggas toupee that moue
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| Can’t soufflé, fuck a new case
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| No groupies, ain’t a new wave
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| Anybody say I changed never knew H
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| These bitches is weak
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| All copying Honey but these bitches ain’t sweet
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| When I spit fire don’t speak
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| We don’t get tired, no sleep
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| He said each other, no me
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| Man, these thirsty fuck niggas on fleek
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| Hoes talking down on me
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| I got them rounds on me
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| All pounds for me
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| And I don’t like anybody I meet
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| I don’t mess with these hoes
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| Can’t get along with 'em
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| Can’t get along with 'em
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| Can’t get along with 'em
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| Just don’t get along with 'em
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| I don’t mess with these hoes
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| Look at these hoes
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| Livin' their live
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| This bitch done fuck the whole team
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| And you made her your wife?
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| Shout out you crusty ass niggas
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| You stay good and played every night
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| That bitch is nasty
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| If I had a dick, I still wouldn’t give her the pipe
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| I don’t fuck with these hoes
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| And I don’t fuck with niggas who fuckin' these hoes
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| Fuck are them niggas who coppin' these hoes
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| Bitches ain’t loyal they’re bluffin' for show
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| You just as weak as the pussy you hitting
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| Who the hell you think you kidding?
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| When I come through all them bitches is sittin'
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| She can’t make no decisions
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| Hoes fake like a spray tan
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| Can’t deal with a waste man
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| Mother fuck your Ray bans
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| I used to rob hoes at the station
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| But I’m too broke for that
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| High school shit, too stoned for that
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| You bro actin' like a
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| Thirst on sumo, we don’t get along for that
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| Tell 'em suck a dick
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| then I send 'em in a lift
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| That’s it, shit
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| Baby boy boy don’t trip
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| Your bitch is know how good you lick
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