| Don’t start shit
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| No, I don’t start shit (Oh, yeah)
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| Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas
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| I don’t start shit, no
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| I don’t start shit (Yeah)
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| I don’t start shit (No)
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| I know that you envy me
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| I see all them signs of jealousy (Jealously)
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| I’m a legend, this my legacy, yeah (Legacy)
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| Fuck me to my melodies
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| I’ma break you down mentally
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| Frozen demons, frozen entities
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| Back then, yeah, she didn’t want to sit next to me
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| Now you crave me 'cause I’m a celebrity
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| Got her stressin', left her heart frozen (Brr)
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| Through stress I smoke a 'Port (You dig)
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| Pull up flexin' in a Porsche (Skrrt)
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| Hit your bitch 'cause you a dork
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| Over my knee, it get dark (Yeah)
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| Hanging in the trenches, I’ma smoke 'em by the pound (Yeah)
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| Panoramic vision, yeah, I put this bitch on spark
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| Keep a Draco in the Jag, of course
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| Had intercourse before I learned the course
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| Stripper bitch, I had her leg on the motherfucking purse
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| Tryin' not to feel cursed, how’s he always in first?
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| Pain into sound, word to scar storage
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| Dance with the devil, it only get worse
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| They love you then they hate you, that’s the curse
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| Niggas be fake, fake diamonds and watch (Bling)
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| Icy Narco at the top
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| Walk through the gates of Hell from my spot (Yeah)
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| Put my niggas in the jet, we ball
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| She infatuated with my car (Yeah)
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| Yeah, my demons took her soul
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| Flexin' on my ex, make her hate her life
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| Doing better without me, bitch, I know that’s a lie
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| Now I’ma watch you cry, I’ma watch you die
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| Suckin' me for Fendi, but hey, them slides are nice
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| Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
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| I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
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| And my neck looking like a pool party
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| Lil' Icy, I’m the heart of the party
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| Huh, yeah
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| Shootin' at niggas, it madness (Boom)
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| Play with my cards, I know magic (Yeah)
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| You finna die if you think that I’m lacking
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| You acting like it ain’t gon' happen
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| Nigga, I’ll send you my address (Pull up)
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| Come to my house and I’m lifting my mattress
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| Sending those bullets of passion
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| Ayy, this shit look like tennis racket
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| Ayy, ayy, take your bitch for target practice
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| Ayy, ayy, fuck her like a porn actress
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| Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
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| I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
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| And my neck looking like a pool party
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| Lil' Icy, I’m the heart of the party |