| And I don’t got no fuckin' haters
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| Told that bitch she gotta go
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| I’m just here to make a paper
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| Get the bag and then I’ll go
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| I just roll up with the choppa
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| No Harley yo' head go splat
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| On the pavement, I’m pavin'
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| On road to get up on the map
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| Listen bitch, if you think that you was gonna play my shit
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| Know this rapper mad, I’ll do it one day, gonna make it rich
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| And if right now you just ran over I might kick you out the crib
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| Cuz I ain’t fuckin' with no past bitch, only loyal hoes I want
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| Cuz yo' girl she stay with you for two years, who she givin' top, ay, yuh
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| Sorry, I didn’t mean to take yo' bitch
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| Maybe if you learn to rap, or got some ice up on yo' wrist
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| Cuz your girl is hella basic, she just want some fire dick
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| She just want some triple dick, just everytime she fuckin' pricks
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| She just want to stay at home and get fucked up wit' fancy tricks
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| Bitch I’m sorry I gon' have to call the thot police
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| Stayin' on your what you thought bitch please
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| No this ain’t no shot lil B
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| And I don’t got no fuckin' haters
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| Told that bitch she gotta go
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| I’m just here to make a paper
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| Get the bag and then I’ll go
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| I just roll up with the choppa
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| No Harley yo' head go splat
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| On the pavement, I’m pavin'
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| On road to get up on the map
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| Sorry, I know you bitches want me
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| But I get up off me |