| Your, friends, gon', snitch, on you
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| Your friends gon' snitch on you
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| Your, friends, gon', snitch, on you
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| They smiling in your face but then finesse you for the work
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| They claim to be your friend but put your name inside the dirt
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| I don’t trust nobody, I don’t trust nobody
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain’t gon' work
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain’t gon' work
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| I don’t trust no-no-no-nobody, I don’t trust no-o-o-o-o-body
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| All I want to do is get my mom a couple bands
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| All I want to do is cop them new designer brands
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| All I want to do is see the money in my hand
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| So why the fuck you snitching cause I sold a couple grams
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| Bitch I’m on a mission for the chains and a coupe
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| Biggie said it best, «Fuck a check, gimme the loot»
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| No new friends in my circle, in my crew
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| Text me but your number ain’t saved, «Who are you?»
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| Fuck the function, most them niggas on that fuck shit
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| Say they ride or die they see the opps they on that duck shit
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| Lately I been happy being single fuck the love shit
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| All the shit I bought you should’ve been a tax deduction
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| I don’t want your dap, fuck your dap, all I want is cash
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| If you cross me once, cut you off, you don’t get no pass
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| I don’t gotta floss, gotta flex, I don’t gotta act
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| On the other hand, you’s a act that don’t know how to act
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| If I see you in the streets, ain’t no words for you
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| If I see you around the way, ain’t no words for you
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| If I see you in the streets, ain’t no words for you
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| If I see you around the way
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| They smiling in your face but then finesse you for the work
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| They claim to be your friend but put your name inside the dirt
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| I don’t trust nobody, I don’t trust nobody
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain’t gon' work
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| Sorry, sorry, sorry, bitch, your sorry ain’t gon' work
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| I don’t trust no-no-no-nobody, I don’t trust no-o-o-o-o-body |