| Uh, uh, uh, ayy
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| Ayy, Heavy Bread Camp
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| Gang, gang
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| DrumGod
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| Gang, gang
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| Hey
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| Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
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| Word around town, you ain’t livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
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| I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
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| Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
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| Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause a nigga ready (Ugh)
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| He don’t like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
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| Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
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| Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
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| Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
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| Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
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| Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (Bitch)
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| I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
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| She know I ain’t shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
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| Spin on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
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| I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
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| Real street nigga, I can feel when it’s static (Hey)
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| Got a lot of status, capo, I can make it happen (Yeah)
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| Joes in the hood, they like, «How you made it rappin'?"(How you)
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| I just bought some choppers, gettin' ready for the static (Brr)
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| Bad bitch with me, but today, she lookin' ratchet (Ratchet)
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| She just popped a Xanny, take advantage, make her vanish (Gone)
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| She like, «Boy, you nasty», yeah, I’m nasty and I manage (Yeah)
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| I just read a text, where you at? |
| No panties
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| The roof panoramic, skrt, skrt, I just vanished (Gone)
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| Word around the town, there’s money on my top, how? |
| (How)
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| I’m on the porch in his hood, gettin' chopped now (Now)
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| All you do is get the head and watch the body drop (Fuck)
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| FN extend, knock him out his socks (On life)
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| I took his bitch, gave her back, guess she mad about that
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| (Guess she mad about that, I don’t know, but guess what)
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| Since he wanna be me
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| I’ma tell her say my name next time they havin' sex
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| He curb her (Brr), I can’t see no nigga, I’m up in the air
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| (I'm up in the air, word)
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| It ain’t fair (Nope), you can’t find none of that shit a nigga wear
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| (Kill 'em every time I style)
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| I’m too rare (Me), forever heartless, too rich to care
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| (I don’t really give a fuck)
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| I’m the voice, so they listen, got 'em pullin' up a chair (Listen)
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| My dick in her kitchen while I’m pullin' on her hair (Uh)
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| Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
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| Word around town, you ain’t livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
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| I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
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| Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
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| Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause a nigga ready (Ugh)
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| He don’t like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
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| Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
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| Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
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| Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
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| Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
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| Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (Bitch)
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| I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
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| She know I ain’t shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
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| Spin on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
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| I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
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| Real street nigga, I can feel when it’s static (Hey)
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| Ice on my neck, cold like a 'frigerator (Cold)
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| Heavy Camp still run it like a generator (Oh)
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| I don’t fuck with your boyfriend, he been a hater (No)
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| Only tell my niggas talk at the dinner table (Talk)
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| I’m in the projects, right where they steal the cable
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| It took a process (Yeah), for me to get some paper (Gang)
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| I caught a body, you owe me a favor (Bitch)
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| My lawyer squashed it, then we celebrate it
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| You know I’m a boss now, you know you lost now
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| You wanna book a show, you know it cost now
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| You wanna run to me, I’m in the vault now
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| I’m with my ex-bitch, who you gon' cross now?
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| I got niggas in the penitentiary, they locked down
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| Young niggas lookin' up to me, I’m Pac now
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| Back then, I was long guns, I’m stock now
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| Lately, I been sellin' dope, I’m finna stop now
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| Boy (Nigga), boy, you better back it (What)
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| Word around town, you ain’t livin' what you rappin' (Nope)
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| I don’t do stick shift, semi-automatic (Skrt)
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| Pull down, broad day, shoot him in the attic (Bah)
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| Fuckin' on his baby mama 'cause a nigga ready (Ugh)
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| He don’t like when his lil' kids call me daddy (Nope)
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| Pounds of the kush, got it hid in the attic (Attic)
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| Big Draco, got it sittin' on the cabinet (Yeah)
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| Bust down Rollie, but I still got a Patek (Ice)
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| Couldn’t afford a bed, so I slept on a pallet (Bottom)
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| Heard what he said, when I see him, I’ma slap him (Bitch)
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| I ain’t need a steamer, boy, I slid in the Caddy (Bah)
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| She know I ain’t shit, but she still wanna marry (Ha)
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| Spin on that dick 'fore I stick in the Caddy (Uh)
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| I’m at Ruth’s Chris, throw chicken in the salad (Uh)
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| Real street nigga, I can feel when it’s static (Hey, gang, gang) |