| Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
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| M-M-M-Murda
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offendin' me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean)
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| Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo)
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| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
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| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo)
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| I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
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| Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
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| Molly, my cup look like bath salt
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| And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
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| Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
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| They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
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| Pay everybody like a cash cow
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| I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
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| The Rollie stainless, stainless
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| We young and rich and we dangerous
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| I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
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| And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
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| The money long like a Philly, nigga
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| Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
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| The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
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| I got Benji on me and he crippin' nigga
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| I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
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| I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
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| Put a swimming pool in the living room
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| How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
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| Only thing that me and Michael Phelps
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| Got in common is that we winning nigga
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| Rock star lifestyle
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| Your hoe’s going wild
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| Saint Laurent shorty and toting that .40
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| We move through the city like BMF
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| Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
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| Only difference them bitches, they VVS
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| I know these bitches gon' change
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| And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
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| If you do not fuck with the gang
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| Don’t act like you do, when you see us just keep it that
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| Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back
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| Land on your spot where your peoples at
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| Smoke you where ever we see you at
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| You don’t want no problem so keep at that
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| 'Fore you get your man murdered
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| Hitters in the van lurking
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| I put bread on the beef (what you do?)
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| Turn it to a hamburger
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| Put that paper on the scale, nigga
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| Little homies talking big money
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| When the wars on you’ll tell, nigga
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| Put a bag on your main hitta
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| When them things hit 'em, that’s an L nigga
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| So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga
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| And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and that’s it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offending me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
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| Goddamn, I had four hoes one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo)
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| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
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| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo)
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| I usually don’t beg, but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
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| Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa (21, 21)
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| I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
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| Hundred shottas with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa
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| VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing! |
| (21)
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| Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
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| Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
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| We put them drums in them carbines (21)
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| We pull up on rappers and spark 'em (21)
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| I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
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| Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
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| Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
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| Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
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| You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
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| We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking (Whoa)
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| You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
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| I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
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| Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
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| Car foreign and my gun Russian
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| Sneak dissing, get a concussion (21, 21)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offendin' me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up)
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| I just might go 'head
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| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean)
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| Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo)
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| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
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| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo)
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| I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo)
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| Oxycontin fucking up kidneys |