| Woo!
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| Woo! |
| Woo! |
| Woo!
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| I finally get it!
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| We finally get it!
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| We finally get it!
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| Woo!
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| We just show and prove
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| Your fucked up bullshit
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| They be saying all my bitches in the building
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| Looking like a lituation
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| Liquor in my system, misbehavin'
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| Kush be hella potent, I be Asian
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| But I still see through these phony hoes
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| They be tryna pose with my eyes closed
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| Made moves, kept it on the low
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| Where we 'bout to go only God knows
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| Nose clean and my hands stingy
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| But they fuck with me 'cause I kept it cold
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| Bitches talking 'bout their new shit
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| But I’m the blueprint, hoe, respect the mold
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| Ten blunts with a few cups
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| Couple powder pills, it’s a overload
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| But I still whip it, I don’t swerve
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| Bitch, don’t trip 'cause I know the road
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| These hoes like pot holes
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| So I kick my shit into overdrive
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| Fuck all them fake hoes
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| How to kill 'em off so they know we alive
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| Inhale, exhale, we win
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| They feel if they fuck with my clique
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| I kick their head, we real, they fake
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| 'Cause they fuck with my shit
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| Yeah, they fuck with my shit
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| But they can’t fuck with my shit
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| Mad they ain’t touching my shit
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| Secretly loving my shit
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| I get it, I get it, I finally get it
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| 'Cause I’m on a whole another level
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| And they can’t get with it
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| I get it, I get it, I finally get it
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| 'Cause my shit is moving
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| They snoozing so now they’re my critics
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, get it)
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, ay)
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, get it, get it)
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| I finally get it, I finally get it
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| I finally get it, I finally get it
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| I live to get high
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| You just gettin' by
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| Just look at my eye
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| If you come and kiss me then you living to die
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| Chill, it’s just entertainment
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| Why these bitches be so borin'?
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| Just when I cop some foreign
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| I’m in the cut Neosporin
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| Most of these bitches be amateur
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| I’m like a vet in this bitch
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| Bitches be talking, I’ll damage 'em
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| Come get a vet for this bitch
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| Money on 51/50
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| I’m like a check away from schyzo
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| Speak on the queen by all means
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| But then throw some respect on my shit though
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| Already know that I big blow
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| Already fill me a bigger cup
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| Bitches ain’t lying, I live it up
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| Dripped in all black, but I’m lit as fuck
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| Eating so much, hoe, I got the itis
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| Gold on my touch hoe, I got the Midas
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| Blow is so cold I’m like sick of sinus
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| Head in the clouds you can see the flyness
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| I got the key to my city though
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| Bitches so petty it’s pitiful
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| Changing the game from a different lane
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| Still they can’t see that I’m critical
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| I finally get it
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| I’m finally getting my racks
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| I’m only fucking with facts
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| Now I’m just padding my stacks
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| I get it, I get it, I finally get it
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| 'Cause I’m on a whole another level
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| And they can’t get with it
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| I get it, I get it, I finally get it
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| 'Cause my shit is moving
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| They snoozing so now they’re my critics
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, get it)
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, ay)
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| I finally get it (get it, get it, get it, get it, get it)
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| I finally get it, I finally get it
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| I finally get it, I finally get it |