| This just what I do, I do it often
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| Your niggas be talkin', my niggas be workin'
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| We get up, Donnie McClurkin, we don’t fall now
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| Rather fuck up the mall now
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| Stuck up girls, they call now
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| A whole lot of family they all proud and we all gone cause that pack loud
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| Check mate, I’ve got it covered like parentheses
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| Niggas I looked up to only feelin' me or fearin' me
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| These niggas ain’t real, these niggas posin' they just figurines
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| Set up to run the game, I’m on a murder music killing spree (kill 'em)
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| Who the fuck, who the fuck is that?
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| Oh, allegedly he’s the man, that’s why I came in makin' demands
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| And i’m tired of talkin' my plans
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| I’mma show you niggas what’s goin' down
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| Like elevators and escalators my old bitches in discounts
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| HS87, you been hatin' since '87
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| Bustin' moves with my collective
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| And I ain’t got no reception
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| For no nigga talkin' down, or no nigga talkin' dumb
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| That’s on my mama, sista', cousins, and the plug nigga
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| On everything that I love
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| On everything that I love
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| On everything that I see
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| I’m good bitch, I’m hood rich
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| I got everything that I need
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| I got everything that I need
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| I got everything that I need
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| I got everything that I need
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| I got everything that I need
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| I got everything that I…
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| Flip flop shorty, only thing I know is wet paint
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| Plus we got a body in the trunk, I think the whip stank
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| Ridin' through the project, get some reefer from my auntie
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| Sip four, slidin' up in L. A, me and Bun B
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| Triple barrel, barrel, barrel, nigga this a sawed off
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| Nigga keep on talkin' shit, I’mma blow his jaws off
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| Kid with the K, let’s see which one of these hoes is down to deal with the day
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| Tell that bitch my dick look like a candy bar — Milky Way
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| On fire, Make your bitch scream like a geyser
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| Nigga look at these rims on the Viper
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| You do not want me to Skype her
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| Do ya ball?
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| Shoot of your ear and ball
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| Shoot of your leg and ball
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| You better duck 'fore I shoot off your head
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| Dro, on everything I’m on drugs
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| My gun, transform, on everything it throws slugs
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| I’m shittin' on em like drawls
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| Giuseppe shoes in the club
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| You with your bitch, I take your bitch, on everything I love
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| I got everything that I need, that’s on everything that I…
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| Everything that I need
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| Everything that I love
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| Everything that I see
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| Don’t forget it bitch, it’s Hit-Boy on the key |