| Definitely, fifteen thousand for my backend
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| Definitely, blew that check up like it ain’t shit
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| Definitely, and I’m too real, I’m too legit
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| Most definitely, I’m rockin' shit that you can’t get
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| Most definitely, I keep my word, I keep my word
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| Most definitely, ain’t nothin' flier than a bird
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| Definitely, don’t ever listen to what you heard
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| Most definitely, and I know the truth hurts
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| I take you to Paris, we can go shopping
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| And I’m just ballin' like the Globetrotters
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| Got into a shootout in my new Foamposites
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| Jail call on the jet, I done lost service
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| Switchin' lanes inside the coupe, the roof missin'
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| Found me guilty with no proof, too vicious
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| We both birds, I’m a vulture, you a stool pigeon
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| All these stories, they been poppin' out the blue with it
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| Niggas be doin' that criminal watch, they in the hood with it
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| Niggas ain’t really got no money, can’t live in my subdivision
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| And the bitch tried to put me on blast 'cause I ain’t go public with it
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| And I fucked it up at Saks, blew a dub addition
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| I let 'em sleep 'round a hundred racks, ain’t a dub missin'
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| She put my dick inside her throat, feel like her tongue missin'
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| And you know your ass a joke if your guns missin'
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| And we only smokin' dope, feel like my lungs missin'
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| Definitely, fifteen thousand for my backend
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| Definitely, blew that check up like it ain’t shit
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| Definitely, and I’m too real, I’m too legit
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| Most definitely, I’m rockin' shit that you can’t get
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| Most definitely, I keep my word, I keep my word
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| Most definitely, ain’t nothin' flier than a bird
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| Definitely, don’t ever listen to what you heard
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| Most definitely, and I know the truth hurts
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| Most definitely, I know the truth hurts (Keed talk to 'em)
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| And I got all these bitches checkin' on me like a nurse (Like a nurse)
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| You forgot to tell 'em I put a lil' bankroll in your purse (Nah,
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| you ain’t tell 'em that)
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| You forgot to tell 'em I fell back in that Maybach, close the curtains (Nah,
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| you ain’t tell 'em that)
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| Got me ridin' luxury
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| And I made you leave where I’m 'posed to be
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| My homie shoot at you and he got accuracy
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| Come get your baby mama, yeah, she after me (Yeah, she after me)
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| You can have that ho, I hit her first, you after me
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| I’m throwin' them ones up to the ceiling (Throwin' 'em, throwin' 'em,
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| throwin' 'em)
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| I was callin' for you and y’all didn’t hear me
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| Avianne diamonds got me shinin'
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| These millions right in front of me, perfect timin'
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| Uh, uh, uh, definitely, definitely
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| Yeah, I ran them bands up, mainly my specialty (My special')
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| My mama call my phone and say she proud of me (Brrt)
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| (I love you too, Mama)
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| I just live at my house
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| Definitely, fifteen thousand for my backend
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| Definitely, blew that check up like it ain’t shit
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| Definitely, and I’m too real, I’m too legit
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| Most definitely, I’m rockin' shit that you can’t get
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| Most definitely, I keep my word, I keep my word
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| Most definitely, ain’t nothin' flier than a bird
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| Definitely, don’t ever listen to what you heard
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| Most definitely, and I know the truth hurts |