| Aight now I’m tryin to get this money man
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| We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man
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| Knahmsayin? |
| Don’t fuck shit up Right? |
| AIGHT? |
| ! |
| God damn!
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| Oh shit man~! |
| All because of cash
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| Fuck, now I’m mashin on the gas
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| Left a nigga with a gash
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| This is worse than the last
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| Man still chasin rainbows now I’m in the 8th position
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| Feelin mad stressed, stuck up on a mission wishin
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| I took a different route, drinkin on Guinness Stout
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| (Man the cops is comin we 'bout to go to jail!)
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| Fuck that, I gotta be out
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| No time to chicken out, all I want to see’s my clout
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| Then I go diggin out my honey, celebratin 'til she out
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| I got a fatality and this bitch 'bout to rat on me Plus I got this gat on me Blood all splat on me, I fucked up his anatomy
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| This bitch is 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me
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| (Ay! Somebody’s home! Ay)
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| (Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson ratted you better split)
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| Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn’t work
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| Fuck out this motherfucker
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| Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin
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| Pimpin, drug dealin, gun runnin plus body dumpin
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| Hebron pumpin in my arm for the next heist
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| But I gotta pop lips, even though she looks nice
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| Or else I’m a pay the price, gotta get an alibi
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| Chasin rainbows, where the rain in my hair flows
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| Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead, honeydip
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| Over some dough and some Gucci, watch money flip
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| Honey slip, I’m a lie, and say, it was Slick
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| And if not Slick then it was probably Eric
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| That’s what I’m gon’have to do And that’s word on my crew, but if she don’t fall for it
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| I’m a go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace
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| Before the cops come for us — run, Forrest
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| Forrest, run, hurry, try! |
| Haul ass nigga
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| Fuck |