| Damn I’m super swaggy
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| Haters still harass me
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| Smoking hella weed, excuse my voice it’s kinda raspy
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| Coughing, call me weezy
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| Can you pull the window down please?
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| 'Cause this weed is bumpin'
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| I think I just need to get lost
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| Blunts is big as fuck, tell 'em I’m just smoking Rick Ross
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| Break a nigga down, I don’t cuff nigga, fuck off
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| Damn this dude is mad
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| He was on the edge and jumped off
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| Knuckin' and buckin'
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| You haters can’t tell me nothin'
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| I be gooned up and thuggin', han
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| Yo' bitch think she muggin, nah
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| She just look crosseyed and I think they 'bout to pop off
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| He said, 'Nah, she just look like that'
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| You need to get her checked out
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| Bitch you just don’t look too good
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| Don’t matter if you racked out
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| Bitch you just don’t look too good
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| Don’t matter if you racked out
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| Bank rolls ain’t a thing
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| 'Cause your face is looking ex-ed out
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| Yo' mama that’s a shame
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| Shoulda' never pushed yo ass out
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| Talking all that shit, man, I wanna push yo button, hannn
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| Always on my shit
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| When I come around
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| Man, they talkin' shit
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| When I turn around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Always on my shit
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| When I come around
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| Man, they talkin' shit
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| When I turn around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| What’s with all the hating?
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| You said my shit dumb hot
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| Thought you was my partner and you talkin' all that whatnot
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| You gotta feed I broke break
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| When you ain’t have no type spread
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| I ain’t tell nobody that you still Sleep on them bunk beds
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| When you open yo' mouth, It just smells like oh who farted
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| I’m just tryna be humble cause I ain’t the one who started
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| Bu I can bring the beef, I just whop her with my chopper
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| Too bad I’ma rapper, AKA a little trapper
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| Selling drugs behind the scenes but you bitches think I’m acting
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| Sell a pound of ooh wee, for them rollies and them doobies
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| And them mollys, I got 'em
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| Have your ass feelin' jolly
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| And my Spanish boy be talking
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| 'Oh yeah, dale, lil mami'
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| He a nasty little fucker so he want toss my salad
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| I’ma Bronx god, bitch that means I’m 'bout it and valid
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| Used to run these street, young thuggin'
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| Ask about me, don’t doubt it
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| I’ma pretty motherfucker, that’s the reason they doubt it
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| Always on my shit
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| When I come around
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| Man, they talkin' shit
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| When I turn around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Always on my shit
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| When I come around
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| Man, they talkin' shit
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| When I turn around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around
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| Homie, I’m just valid
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| That’s why they come around |