| Tell me somethin' I don’t know
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| I’m flexin' on 'em like torsos
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| These niggas slippin' like bar soap
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| These niggas listenin', use Morse code
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| Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat
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| Excuse me
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| These niggas talkin' that beef shit
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| We’ll check into it like the room cheap
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| And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth
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| They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork
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| Ain’t got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court
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| Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord
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| My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks
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| Ridin' with these guns that’s carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in
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| Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit
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| Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with
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| Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in
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| My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin
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| The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in
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| If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him
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| Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder
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| And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It’s stayin' on my quarter
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| And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over
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| Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed
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| Or get that bitch made over
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| Tunechi
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| You so cray, Tunechi
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| You so cray, bitch
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
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| You so cray, bitch
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| Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know
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| Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho
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| Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco
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| We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast
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| Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close
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| To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos
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| For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno
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| Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno
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| I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points
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| A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons
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| Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys
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| Tell the cops we don’t name drop that’s like dropping newborns
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| Nigga you crazy
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| You so cray, Tunechi
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| These hoes made
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| Nigga tell me somethin' I don’t know
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| Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen
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| And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream
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| And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be
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| And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee
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| Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
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| Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean
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| To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine
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| These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine
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| Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke
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| You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo
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| I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note
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| My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
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| You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a
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| height advantage
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| She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage
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| I’m just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots
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| I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic
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| Nigga give me credit on my balance
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| Lil Tunechi
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| (And I bump my head when I stand up) |