| Guapo he slimin' them out for me
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| Ayy, ha, uh huh
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| Ayy, uh huh
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| I’m talkin bout —
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah, uh huh
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| Put that boy in a wood, yeah he dead as fuck (Dead as fuck)
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| Wish that lil nigga would, boy don’t try your luck (Nigga, don’t try your luck)
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| I do what you can’t, cause' you broke as fuck (Broke as fuck)
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| Nigga your hoe too basic, you need to give her up (Need to, give it up)
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| My nigga scored on the drank, so he finna pour up (Yeah)
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| Yeah, count it sideways, but he never showed up
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| Uh, this shit crazy
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| But I got racks like this shit the eighties
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| Yeah, to keep it a band nigga I’m a 2000s baby
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| Yeah, me and Kan been back in the AMG Mercedes
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| Bullets they hot, and they bite like they got rabies
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| Shout to my momma lil nigga, she the one she raised me
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| She the reason why these lil hoes they can’t play me
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| New Gen 4, that bitch came with no safety
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| Swear you better keep cool, if you wanna make it out safely
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| Perc thirty really the only thing that can save me (Yeah, huh) |