| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin'
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| You got a problem, I got answers
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| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin'
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| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin'
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| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin'
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| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it
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| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin'
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| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin'
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| Ride with my stick, in your section with the stress
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| No we ain’t got no picks, step on you and who you with
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| Don’t end up on my list, Glock burn like a pot of grease
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| I be thuggin' like a bitch, move over, you’ll get hit
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| Yeah they know who the don is, just don’t fuck with the Youngan
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| When we catch you ain’t no runnin', bitch fuck you and how you comin'
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| And you say you get money but lil bitch I know you bummin'
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| All my diamonds they be jumpin', I’ll be damned you take it from me
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| Pull up, one in the chamber, up this bitch and then I bang it
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| Want cancer, we gon' bring it
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| Don’t fuck with me, that shit dangerous
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| Stop playin', what you thinkin'
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| Chop gon' step in and he anxious
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| To blow on this bitch lanky
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| Go to sleep, here go your blanket (pussy)
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| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin'
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| You got a problem, I got answers
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| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin'
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| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin'
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| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin'
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| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it
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| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin'
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| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin'
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| You got problems, I got answers, my thugs all cancer
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| Snatch you from the club, hold your bitch ass for ransom
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| Put it on them niggas when they come and bring the ransom
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| Can’t do nothing with me, Allen Iverson, the answer
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| Somebody better tell that boy that we don’t do the drive-by
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| Catch him while he parked, two piece him at the Popeye’s
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| Daddy he wasn’t home, so the streets raised a wise guy
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| Everything he dead, only half if he paralyzed
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| Bitch I swear ain’t why I dirty talk, a lot of murder talk
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| Everybody gotta get the business when that thirty talk
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| Send that blitz and boys comin' full speed ahead
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| Niggas scared 'cause they know they say my name they end up dead, believe that
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| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin'
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| You got a problem, I got answers
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| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin'
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| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin'
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| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin'
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| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it
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| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin'
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| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin'
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| You got problems, I got answers
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| Wet like if it rainin'
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| You got problems, I got answers
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| Wet like if it rainin' |