| MrBlackOnTheTrack
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| The Heroz
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| I tell 'em, «Catch me up in traffic»
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| We shoot 'em fast
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| I tell 'em, «Catch me up in traffic»
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| If they ever ask, I won’t speak on what happened
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| Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest
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| Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket
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| Remember them days I ain’t have it
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| I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic (Shit look like magic)
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| Stupid gear, I’m in designer, no average
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| Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me
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| Me and myself, I’ve been walkin' alone
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| Go hard whatever I need it and I want
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| Send me your location, don’t talk on no phones
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| Save weak conversations, my pagers stay long
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| Don’t know where the fuck I went wrong, all these niggas trippin',
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| they know what I’m on
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| Don’t mention my name on yo' pussy ass songs
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| We droppin' whoever in sight when it’s on
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| Glock .19 for the enemy (For the enemy)
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| They come say and ask what got into me
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| I let 'em know, bitch, I’m big 23
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| It’s fuck you if you ain’t on killin' me (Killin' me)
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| Got blood in my eyes, I can’t really see
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| When it come to the money, I don’t skip a beat
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| They all in my mentions, tryna figure me
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| Shows goin' up overnight, I want 10 a piece
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| Say you got the bag for me (Got the bag for me)
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| I’m pullin' up in my Tahoe
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| Car move too fast for me (Too fast)
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| It ain’t no way to drive slow
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| These bitches be after me (They be after me)
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| I cut off all my side hoes
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| Them shooters attached to me (They all attached to me)
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| They go wherever I go
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| Smokin' on that OG, this shit got my eyes low
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| Bitch I’m movin' lowkey, the fuck I gotta' hide for?
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| Told you that they know me, that shit was a lie tho'
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| If he ever cross me, he gon' have to die slow
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| They act like they want some pressure, so I just apply more (Apply)
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| I’ve been goin' through so much, each day as the time goes
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| I ain’t try to cop a plea, I ran up, bust some eye hole (Some eye hole)
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| Hit his ass right between his motherfucking eyes though
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| I tell 'em, «Catch me up in traffic»
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| If they ever ask, I won’t speak on what happened
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| Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest
|
| Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket
|
| Remember them days I ain’t have it
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| I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic (Shit look like magic)
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| Stupid gear, I’m in designer, no average
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| Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me
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| Me and myself, I’ve been walkin' alone
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| Go hard whatever I need it and I want
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| Send me your location, don’t talk on no phones
|
| Save weak conversations, my pagers stay long
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| Don’t know where the fuck I went wrong, all these niggas trippin',
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| they know what I’m on
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| Don’t mention my name on yo' pussy ass songs
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| We droppin' whoever in sight when it’s on |