| Doo doo doo doo
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| Sniper
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| I’m really loaded, I’m turnt up
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| I’m in the trenches, man
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| Fuck her and her momma, I’m a mother fucker
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| Street pharmacist, neighbourhood hustler
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| Told her that I love her, but I still don’t trust her
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| I’m a bastard, my daddy been a buster
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| If I see that nigga, chopper sing like Usher
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| Fuckin' samurai, daddy I’mma cut ya
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| Night light, yellow diamonds shine the city
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| Boy get off your ass, and go and get it
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| Lord forgive me, for my sin money
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| Messin' up, kickin' doors in money
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| Paper chaser, addicted to that fast money
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| Put down that Coach bag, get you some first class money
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| I want your head first, somethin' like a crash dummy
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| I’m a walkin' lick, bitch I got that cash on me
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| Got that boot in me, I got the juice with me
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| Yeah the coupe tinted, got lil shooter in it
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| I’m a rollin' stone, molly got my mind gone
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| Your bitch rode me, her friend wanna ride along
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| I be goin' hard, call me Viagra
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| Grab the mic, then catch the holy ghost like I’m a pastor
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| I preach
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| Swimmin' in the money, trips overseas
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| With a foreign bitch, sex on the beach
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| MVP, I never had a bad year
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| Lately, I’ve been touchin' paper like a cashier
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| Gotta earn ya spot, nobody ain’t put me here
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| Had to play the block, when nobody played it fair
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| Ran up a check, left you niggas in the rear
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| Once you get them bands, all your problems disappear
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| Ooh, how you came up like that?
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| Tell me how you fucked the game up like that?
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| First place, but I started last on the track
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| I’m in your city, puttin' my city on the map |