| What these bitches on?
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| Man, these bitches ain’t on shit
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| Hell nah
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| Tell these bitches to get off your neck and make a bag
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| Hear me best friend?
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| Ugh
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| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| That Glock 23 will knock off your roof
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| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| And tell the streets the truth
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| Ain’t no ICU when I see you
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| That’s on my life
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| Pull up in that white thing on white
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| Jesus Christ oh Lord
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| Water all over my body
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| I got baptized
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| Told my jeweler 'bust it baby1
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| I wasn’t rappin' Plies
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| You an opp, I know you gon' tell a cop
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| Jump out with them chops
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| Soundin' like we bangin' pots
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| She want your top
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| Think with it
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| Bullshit we with it
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| Make a bitch disappear
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| I’m a magician, bitch
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| Big brazy, buff Slim Shady
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| Don’t try to take
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| 'Cause what I totin' ain’t got no safety
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| You know where I’m from
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| You know how I’m cut, what’s up?
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| Ain’t no going back and forth
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| I’ll pull up
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| Disrespectful, park the 'Rarri
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| On your mama grass
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| Hop out with that Draco
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| Put it down, and beat your mama ass
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| No mag, or no bag
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| Y’all bitches real dummies
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| I ain’t shootin' in the air
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| Bitch, I’m tryna kill somethin'
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| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| That dock 23 will knock off your roof
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| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d
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| Diamonds dancin' jeweler gave my Rollie back shots
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| The way I’m slappin', brosky say I got his trap hot
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| Bitch, I’m bored, I buy Louis like it’s dish detergent
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| At Sweetwater with the gang, 'cause your nigga work here
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| Make it snappy chicken boy, I got shit to do
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| I’ll step out and make your broke ass invisible
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| You ever spent 2, 000 on some Jimmy Choo’s?
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| Just to get them wet
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| 'Cause ain’t no roof on the Bentley coup
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| A bitch say «Fuck Joy Row»
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| Bro, I want her tongue
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| That’s a warning
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| Try me, and I’m knockin' off your blunt
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| Pathetic ass hoes better straighten up
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| I thinkthese hoes still sleepin'
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| They just wakin’up
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| Po and Rock ring your bitch off a Players Club
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| Some pizza and Evian, I can’t make this up
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| Think I’m losing too much blood from these paper cuts
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| But, fuck it it’s only right I get my paper up
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| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| That Glock 23 will knock off your roof
|
| Rollie bust down like a motherfuckin' freak
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| I told you all before, I play for motherfuckin' keeps
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| I ain’t no ho, bitch put your hands up
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| You don’t want to fight, you want to shoot?
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| And tell the streets the truth, bitch you spook’d |