| Oh you hard now? |
| I laugh at that
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| I must be on Punk’d, where Ashton at?
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| Step up in the party with a plastic gat
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| Glock that I carry for the grab and snatch
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| Shine like the gym, untied tims, bad bitch pulling on my limbs
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| Telling all her friends it’s him! |
| Feeling like a Don
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| Grab her by the hand and get a quickie in the john
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| We raise hell and make bail
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| And put illegal products on weight scales
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| Place a few phone calls and make sales
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| I pray to god my lifestyle escapes hell
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| Stoneface
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| Running my affairs at my own pace 'till my bankroll’s straight
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| I want the mutherfucking icing and the whole cake
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| You just a crooked ass nigga trying to go straight
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| Get your pistols (Go…Go)
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| Launch your missile (Go…Go)
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| Settle your issues (Go…Go)
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| I got a feeling somebody’s gonna die tonight
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| You want lyrics? |
| Try these fam
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| You a joke like Black Man, White Man and Chinese Man
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| In fact you’re more like them Knock-Knock shits
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| Your temp’s 98, you’re not that sick
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| I spit venom on your favorite denim
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| I burn like the slugs that I’m spraying up in 'em
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| That’s how it is everyday in the Mitten
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| Lay my verse, lay down and lay in the kitten
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| My hunger’s intense
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| I’m from the underground coming under your fence
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| Patting on your pockets nigga come with the rent, a forfeit
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| It’s not for the weak in heart, call quits
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| But desert eagle got a beak that’ll make you get a body leak
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| Who got a beef? |
| Get ate by piranha teeth
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| Yeah the click’s like that
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| Move in packs and move them packs |