| These niggas lied to me way back
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| Said this was where my buck stop
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| Ridin' right by in my fly shit
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| These niggas still at that bus stop
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| You’ll never see these jeans sag
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| You would think so with this tucked Glock
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| And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
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| Know I’m always with that club hop
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| This your shit, y’all don’t know shit
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| Them hoes you with is just average
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| This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
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| So don’t be the first to get it
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| My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit
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| I just stood there and directed
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| She just did what I expected
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| Doin' me but you’d do me too
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| I’ll be me, my nigga, you be you
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| I guess that men can be groupies too
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| Recognize a winner — live like a born sinner
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| Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
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| Finna skinny dip bitch fuck them drawers
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| Her brains are killer and I love em' all
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| Said my head got a price on it
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| She come through and just suck it off
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| So if you scared get a weapon
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| Every day a nigga live like he prepared for armagedon
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| Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
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| I feel I ain’t have a choice like my stomach’s to my ribs
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| Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
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| But nah, I don’t regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
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| So I spend like it’s my last day
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| Club like it’s my last day
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| Ride like it’s my last day
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| Fry like it’s my last day
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| Fuck like it’s my last day
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| Fuck boys wanna blast me
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| This might be your last day
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| But it won’t be my last day
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| Yes sir
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| Juicy J, Joe Budden
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| Lets get it
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| Models by my side
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| Shooters on my team
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| Choppers with the beam
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| Countin' up some green
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| Blowin' on a blue dream
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| My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
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| Me and your bitch just made a scene
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| Wake up and I smoke somethin'
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| After that, I poke somethin'
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| Bet she bad with a fat ass
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| Beat it up like she stole somethin'
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| Fuck two times then I roll somethin'
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| Can’t no nigga do it like me
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| All my chains is icy
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| All my clothes is pricy
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| In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
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| I’m Nino Brown, you Ice-T
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| Snitchin' equals dead bodies
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| Snitchin' equals dead bodies
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| Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin'
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| I don’t play that bull, boy
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| I shoot like Scottie Pippen
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| Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
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| I feel I ain’t have a choice like my stomach’s to my ribs
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| Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
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| But nah, I don’t regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
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| So I spend like it’s my last day
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| Club like it’s my last day
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| Ride like it’s my last day
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| Fry like it’s my last day
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| Fuck like it’s my last day
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| Fuck boys wanna blast me
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| This might be your last day
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| But it won’t be my last day
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| I’m dressed up with my sport keys
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| My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
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| Wanted man when I cross seas
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| All my bitches crossbreeds
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| These big faces talk Gs
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| I lace my H’s, walk free
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| I’m V-Sixin' in V-Twelves
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| Ninety-three is my horse fee
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| Life’s a bitch I figured I’d bone
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| Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
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| Black star when it’s all said and done
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| Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
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| Open boxes, a pair a day
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| Mine don’t come in pearl yet
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| Got a party out in the UK
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| I’mma hit them hoes with my Euro step
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| Insomniac, gotta live my life
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| Where’s the pie? |
| Gotta get my slice
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| I hommie shit, where’s the body bag?
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| Kiss my Maserati ass
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| Two thick queens in a king’s suite
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| Gettin' energized off thin sleet
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| I let all my AKAs hit
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| They thought I was ten deep
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| Miss waitin' on me get a hundred dollar tip
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| Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
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| Choose me, girl, make ‘em come in for the chip
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| When you doin' good all the summers go quick
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| Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
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| Shotty in the crib, don’t start no shit
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| Bad chick, ass and her stomach don’t fit
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| Know your lane, don’t come with no lip
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| Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
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| I feel I ain’t have a choice like my stomach’s to my ribs
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| Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
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| But nah, I don’t regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
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| So I spend like it’s my last day
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| Club like it’s my last day
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| Ride like it’s my last day
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| Fry like it’s my last day
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| Fuck like it’s my last day
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| Fuck boys wanna blast me
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| This might be your last day
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| But it won’t be my last day |