| Nothin' but showin' love’ll get you killed, can’t catch you whole
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| Stop playin', bitch, you in it for yourself (you stupid nigga)
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| You played me, make you execute yourself, yeah
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| Kickin' this shit like a fuckin' black belt
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| Floatin' to heaven and shit
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| I have immaculate drip, she love my
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| She lovin' my motion, I’m gone off codeine
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| I’m like a drug, yo' bitch the fiend
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| She let me cut, like Wolverine
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| I’m just like chill, don’t make a scene, yeah
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| Can we keep this shit private? |
| Ain’t tryna be seen, yeah
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| Do this shit for my brothers, you know that they bleed, yeah
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| Yes, I come from New Orleans, we shootin'
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| Touch down in the city, better watch yo' feet
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| Watch who you fuck with, lil niggas be reppin'
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| And set you up quick and then pull up and watch ya
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| Bitches be fuckin' with niggas who beefin'
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| Who treatin' her better, that’s who that hoe keep
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| Watch what you do, swear this shit gon' get creepy
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| Niggas gon' hate it themself for no reason
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| How you don’t wanna see your brothers succeedin'?
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| I can’t be up if my niggas ain’t eatin' |
| I get money all day (big ol' fuckin' racks) yeah
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| Ten phones, ten ways (brr, brr, brr)
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| Sellin' dope all in yo' hallways (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I’ma kill a pussy and then beat the murder case (oh my God)
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| I got money on me right now and on the way
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| I be tougher in New Orleans, bruh, that shit ain’t no mistake
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| I’m just tryna ball and show my niggas better days, yeah
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| Bitch, I’m the master, no fuckin'
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| Can’t show no love (no)
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| Nothin' but showin' love’ll get you killed, can’t catch you whole
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| Stop playin', bitch, you in it for yourself (you stupid nigga)
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| You played me, make you execute yourself, yeah
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| Kickin' this shit like a fuckin' black belt
|
| Floatin' to heaven and shit
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| I have immaculate drip, she love my
|
| She lovin' my motion, I’m gone off codeine
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| I’m like a drug, yo' bitch the fiend
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| She let me cut, like Wolverine
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| I’m just like chill, don’t make a scene, yeah |