| God damn, I’m heartless
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| when I walk in the party
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| Grab on my hip, it’s a .40 (Bang)
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| Don’t downplay me like an artist
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| Them bitches know I go retarded
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| I still be recordin' at four in the morning
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| I wake up and bake up
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| I smoke up and tell my bitch, «Suck my dick while I be yawnin'»
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| No, it ain’t no time for relaxin'
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| Turn around then I beat all her back in
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| thumb to the backend
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| Damn, she just put her tracks in
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| With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
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| Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
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| We tryna blow baby’s back in
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| Heard that she was outside, now he back in
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| Blood diamonds, drippin' all on my body
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| Nigga playin'? |
| I’ma catch me a body
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| Wipe your nose, but you know I ain’t slimy
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| Strapped up in the front and behind me
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| Run wit' killers and they right on side me
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| Real rap, this ain’t just rhymin'
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| They lookin' for me, I ain’t hidin', I’m slidin'
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| They lookin' for me, I ain’t hidin', I’m slidin'
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| I’m in my bag, that’s another bag with another bag
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| Walk in this bitch, I don’t check a tag
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| I might buy my lil' bitch a new Birkin bag (A Birkin bag)
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| Skrrt, vroom, I hop in my foreign, push start it
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| Hop in my foreign, I’m sporty
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| I hop in my foreign, I’m sporty, mmm (Yeah)
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| And I been gettin' the money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Sippin' on lean, bitch I might need a new stomach (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Ain’t no, the trap been jumpin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah
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| God damn, I’m heartless
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| when I walk in the party
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| Grab on my hip, it’s a .40 (Bang)
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| Don’t downplay me like an artist
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| Them bitches know I go retarded
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| I still be recordin' at four in the morning
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| I wake up and bake up
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| I smoke up and tell my bitch, «Suck my dick while I be yawnin'»
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| No, it ain’t no time for relaxin'
|
| Turn around then I beat all her back in
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| thumb to the backend
|
| Damn, she just put her tracks in
|
| With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
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| Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
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| We tryna blow baby’s back in
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| Heard that she was outside, now he back in
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| (Treyo Snapped) |