| Can’t name a street that we ain’t trapped in
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| We get them packs in, (we get them packs in)
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| Was broke but bitch that was back then, now I count big bands
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| I put in my soda, I don’t fuck with alcohol, (I don’t fuck with alcohol)
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| I let my bitch ride on my dick, she bounced that ass no basketball
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| Was down but now I’m rich, can tell you I’ve seen it all, (seen it all)
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| And I’ve been on some other shit while I’ve been sipping on my cup
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| I told them bitches leave me 'lone, I don’t want to talk to y’all,
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| (talk to y’all)
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| All this stress got me depressed so I don’t want to talk it out, (talk it out)
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| Bitch what the fuck you want, we ain’t got shit to talk about, (talk about)
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| And I’ve been in this shit alone cause all my life they walkin' out
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| If I got you and you got me don’t change that; |
| its gon' remain that,
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| (its gon' remain that)
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| Pull up right where them niggas hang at, and knock his brains back,
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| (brains back)
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| My heart that’s where my fucking pain at, want everything back, (want
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| everything back)
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| The life I’m livin' bitch you can’t rep, won’t get your name back,
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| (won't get your name back)
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| They hide from me
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| They gon' slide
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| They cry to me
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| Bitch you gon' die for free
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| Gon' die for free
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| Pussy niggas talking shit, but then they hide from me
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| We up the sticks, up the bitch, you gon' die for me
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| No alcohol |