| Baby does your boyfriend know that you say you love man?
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| Then you’ll hold on to my mash
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| She say that she love me baby I just wanna cheat
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| They talk on us, they don’t ride on man, them boy some neeks
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| They say they trap (uh, uh) not like my team
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Run through bands
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| I got so much weight in Ian’s, go ask Bud or Skeng
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| I swear I could’ve broke my hands
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| Up that pole, them opp boys ran (eh, eh)
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| Teddy, Teddy or Max
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| I stepped in the cut with Naghz
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| Had lengtings waving at man, gang
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| Baby does your boyfriend know that you say you love man?
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| If you really love me then you’ll hold on to my mash
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| I Used to have a shotty looking long like Chan Kardash
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| Shit den, why’ve my paigons got no cash
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| Sad, designer belts looking mad
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| And Bellz just took an L
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| But Bellz just made it back
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| And suttin just got splashed
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| Was it Mizzy, was it Mac?
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| And bro just went cunch
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| I bet he’s tryna take the pack
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| Money and beef, on GG, I bet you get dipped by me
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| Everytime I talk 'bout bands, they get shy
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| 'Cause they don’t make no p’s
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| Barbies all on man, she’s got a man
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| Telling her «slow down b»
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| Still putting skengs on peds, violent trend
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| Go over there and squeeze
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| Talk, talking bad when your friend got splashed in chest and back
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| That’s way too peak
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| Man haffi chop that down
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| Cah that dot dot come all the way to my feet
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| Use two hands when I up that blam
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| Got one eye closed and my aim on fleek
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| Harlem O, man really in the streets
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| Aydee misch mash he do it all week
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| She say that she love me baby I just wanna cheat
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| They talk on us, they don’t ride on man, them boy some neeks
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| They say they trap (uh, uh) not like my team
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| And I’m Loski Loose
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| If you saw MizOrMac in the cut with Naghz
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| Would you know what to do?
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| Gyaldem cat, we trap, rap, splash, and I’ve got Italian flu
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| Arm ache when we wet them yutes
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| Caramel barbie, ain’t she cute?
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| I’ve got my splash, little Jaz got two (eh)
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| Harlem b, not your average fella
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| Spartan way too real
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| I tell the barbies that they can’t get better
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| Misch mash and apply that pressure
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| Other side need to get their bread up
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| Eastenders with a 4 and a half of the light
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| Cah it look like I cut down Heather
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| Remember back then I had a smoke on me
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| And if I gave her a dance, she woulda felt the pole on me
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| Don’t talk 'bout beef
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| I put work on the curb, Tye called Meegs and go squeeze
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| Spartan step, splash strapped under my tee
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| Bet I see bare man bleed
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| Spartan step, splash strapped under my tee
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| I bet we make bare mums scream
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| She say that she love me baby I just wanna cheat
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| They talk on us, they don’t ride on man, them boy some neeks
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| They say they trap (uh, uh) not like my team
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets
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| Money and beef, money and beef
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| And if you’re looking for me you can find me in the streets |