| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off
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| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal
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| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Money won’t ease us
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| Man niggas even hated on Jesus
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| Living life on the road on the chase for the money
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| Cause the hoes won’t please us
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| Yeezus told us there’s blood on the leaves
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| Ain’t no love in the streets
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| Let her run into me and she wanted to meet
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| Now she fuck with a G
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| Got your bitch not wanting to speak
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| Hold up, y’all mahfuckers tried to shit on us
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| Chain all lit all up
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| Porsche with the horse like get on up
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| And my bitch got that shit on her
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| Rock Balmain cause I’m ballin'
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| I put red bottoms on red models
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| And no more red bottles
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| Straight Belarie nigga every bottles
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| Ricky Rozay we in here
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| Double M G we’ve been here
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| Straight from the north side
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| Right by the project how did I get here
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| Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
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| From the Hills, probably live there
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| And get money like me
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| And the pussy so wet I need swimwear
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off
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| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal
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| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore
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| There’s no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
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| Going everywhere you are not going
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| Doing everything you are not doing
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| And I’ve been out to get it and you mention my niggas that’s suicide on them
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| Right back to the money my nigga no we don’t play
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| Say my name and that’s D.O.A
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| And all these chains is saying we okay
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| And we drink Champagne, eat Frito Lays
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| At lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one time
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| I don’t even know how to tell time, look at our time
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| Cause the watch say bust down and the whole band is drumline
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| Me and my nigga, Rozay that’s my nigga
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| D-Boy, that’s my hitter
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| You ain’t doing wrong, as long as you don’t touch my hitter
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| South finger fuck my trigger, smoking on strong
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| None of y’all can fuck with us
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| None of y’all gossip, Jigga
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| Give me my throne, and you ain’t gonna like my picture
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| Leave a comment, fuck nigga
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off
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| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal
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| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| You must be suicidal
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| When we pull up, watch the suicide doors
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| I’ve been too deep, make 'em call the 5−0
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| If he surprised, I know that gun go
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| BLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLAT
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| This kush got me so on
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| Man I’m so on
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| We ridin' 'round, we gettin' money
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| Don’t act like you don’t know
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| Don’t touch my niggas
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| I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do, you must be suicidal
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| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off
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| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal
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| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal
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| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal
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| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t
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| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |