| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| verse 1 — Fatal
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| if u know like I know u better rep mayne
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| murder valentin jeter or that tek game
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| we keep it poppin aint no way they can stop us now
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| corry booker tell the county not to lock us down
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| Im outlaw till death and aint nothin change
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| the lil homies in my hood think its a fuckin game
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| Im too gangsta without thats what the lable tell me
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| so I disappeared and reappeared as Fatalveli
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| there aint a cop that stop me when Im on my grind
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| and with that ratchet homie money is always on my mind
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| that realest nigga ever up in this rap game
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| besides Pac, I pop 2 cops and watch that change
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| these niggas pussy I can smell em when they come around
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| I whip that thing and watch em run and put em underground
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| the one that will whip out everytime when it pop off
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| and have the feds come on lock the fuckin block off
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| hook — Fatal
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| verse 2 — Q.U. |
| Gangsta
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| if u know like I know u better back down
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| or Q U will fuck around and blow a back out
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| we keep guns by the tons at the crack house
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| just in case fake niggas want to act out
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| I was something like a pimp on my mack now
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| g-mackin b-stackin that at all the clubs
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| where the niggas and bitches all show me love
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| cos of the name and the fetty glove
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| u better blaze me if u play for a petty thug
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| for my Dominicans show u how mecheties cut
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| always on the go, gettin doe, hurry up
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| b4 I get high and drunk, na mean
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| because I be fuckin with bitches that yall call queens
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| Im bout my bizness Im gettin it like wall greens
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| so when I boss shit, Im stackin bread better
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| please pay cos Q is a head splitter
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| hook — Fatal
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| verse 3 — Fatal
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| if u know like I know then start stackin chips
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| and he aint thinkin bout no bitch when he rappin bricks
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| Im so gutter I wont kill em Ill just mack his bitch
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| and she was all over my dick lookin at my whip
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| I was something like pimp on my mack now
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| lil homie Q U in the background
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| he aint got tell me not to put the strap down
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| and if I do it he comin to put the smack down
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| thugtertainment is the label and Im on my grind
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| they cost 17 he gonna give me one for nine
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| and I aint really into braggin when I come for mine
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| niggas cross he gonna get the name underline
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| I heat it up in the winter like its summertime
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| I know they comin for it but they aint gettin none of mine
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| 17 and Im rippin everyone of mine
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| and I burry them quick over them dollar signes
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| hook — Fatal
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars
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| if u know like I know and u love tommorow
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| then ull let me borrow a couple of dollars |