| I been goin' through this pain and shit
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| Everythingis crazy
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| Fuck it, I’m a just talk about it
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| Boss Don Biggavell
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| Dolla, yeah
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| It’s a little too much though, let’s go, yeah
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| He was only seventeen, he got hit with' a slug
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| His mommy, she a fiend so she addicted to the drugs
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| Bigga, he show me love, ain’t no need for the bullshit
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| Had 'em all suspicious for the Quarantine, free me from the larceny
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| Free me from the arsenies (free me)
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| Niggaz fuck up the grain, bullets fuck up they arteries
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| Charter me a flight, let me go away, throw away my verses for a price
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| Get your paper up, I ain’t even take a cut
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| I ain’t even make enough, yet I’m steady spendin', busy grindin'
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| Look at doggy grindin'
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| Floatin' in this Beamer like a pimp, he a pimp, all my bitches know
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| Look at how he be goin' though, don’t you know it (don't you know)
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| Got them fluffy pillows white as snow, take a sniff
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| Sprinkle it on the bigger dick, bigger chips
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| Baby kuz it’s necessare
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| Pour me a sip, she said «Daddy, there’s nuffin' left in there»
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| She braggin' like
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| Closer I get to you
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| Closer I get to you
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| The better you make me feel
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| (And hold me, hold me)
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| Treat me like your number one
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| Treat me like your number one
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| I said «I do», baby what the fuck do you want |