| No love in the street so I gotta keep a glizzy
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| Fuck the police, always got that bitch with me
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| If you thinkin' I don’t like 'em, boy you gotta be silly
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| In the club pistol packing, I don’t even need security
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| She told me she don’t need me, she rather leave me
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| 'Fore you gon' mistreat me, bitch come and eat me
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| When I told her I was gon' blow, I know that she did not believe me
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| Now, nothin' I do be playing, I flood my body up with VVS'
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| Now, nothin' I do be playing
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| Fuck you, we ain’t the same
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| I just got in the game, I’m puttin' your lil' career to shame, uh
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| Niggas gon' hate but that ain’t gon' make or break a nigga, uh
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| NFL, I moves, I go to shakin' niggas, uh
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| Bought a whip and now I pose
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| Have 'em shakin' like a stripper
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| And these killas be my niggas, sometimes I don’t even gotta tip 'em
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| Say his beef gon' flip 'em, yeah
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| It’ll be easy for me to get it, yeah
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| When I shoot my shot I ain’t missing', yeah
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| If I shoot my shot, I’m hittin', yeah
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| Choppa go to kickin'
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| Glock come with extensions
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| Give no fucks about your feelings
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout these bitches
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| Not about these bitches who want my riches
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| I done counted about them digits
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| Leave 'em runnin' from out them trenches
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| No love in the street so I gotta keep a glizzy
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| Fuck the police, always got that bitch with me
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| If you thinkin' I don’t like 'em, boy you gotta be silly
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| In the club pistol packing, I don’t even need security
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| She told me she don’t need me, she rather leave me
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| 'Fore you gon' mistreat me, bitch come and eat me
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| When I told her I was gon' blow, I know that she did not believe me
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| Now, nothin' I do be playing, I flood my body up with VVS'
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| Ayy, ah
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| Sheesh, yeah they know I’m in too deep
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| All this ice got me cold but they know I got the heat
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| Glizzy always in my reach
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| My bitch know that I’m a beast
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| I don’t trick, I just treat but niggas know ain’t nothin' sweet
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| I don’t support domestic violence but that pussy gettin' beat
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| Momma used to tell me, she don’t wanna lose me to the street
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| Keep it bangin' on 'em niggas 'till they fall or retreat
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| Niggas know the only time I play is when I play for keeps
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| Call the stick, TOC, 'cause I know they tryna creep
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| Let a nigga come for me, I’mma blow him out his sneaks
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| Always in a different whip, yeah they know I got the feats
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| Sniper gang, dipset, free Kodak, 'till he free
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| No love in the street so I gotta keep a glizzy
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| Fuck the police, always got that bitch with me
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| If you thinkin' I don’t like 'em, boy you gotta be silly
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| In the club pistol packing, I don’t even need security
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| She told me she don’t need me, she rather leave me
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| 'Fore you gon' mistreat me, bitch come and eat me
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| When I told her I was gon' blow, I know that she did not believe me
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| Now, nothin' I do be playing, I flood my body up with VVS' |