| Ayy, woah, ayy
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| Running from the drank, like
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| Top five worst feelings in the world
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| I’m gon' state the facts and he gon' say it, yo
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| Ayy, uh, and he gon' say it, uh
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| I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' state his raps
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| We do what we please and that’s just what you lack, ayy
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| T-shirt in the breeze, I think I’m still in Cali
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| I’m dodging federalés, got cookie in the mail-y
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| RIP the legends for the lean up in my belly
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| You say I need to stop, I hope you still here when I’m ready
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| I’d rather pop a seal and show some hoes who really petty
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| I’m cool, cruisin' through Queens, I’m tryna find some scenes from Belly, ayy
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| Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest
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| Percs and no feelings, when will you get it, uh, ayy
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| Fuck with me, baby, I’m the deadest
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| Two percs deadly, bubble up my belly
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| Your bitch show me her arch, I feel at home like I was Nelly
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| Cookies in the airport, I pray they don’t smell me
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| Baby, I’m the deadest, yeah, ayy, ayy
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| Baby, I’m the deadest
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| I’m gon' state the facts, and he gon' say his raps
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| We do what we please, and that’s just what you lack |