| I just come off the hip, I’m rough
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| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| Yeah
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| It’s 'posed to be free yo dawg 'til the day he make it home, correct me if I’m
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| wrong
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| I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
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| It’s 'posed to be VVS stones, not no SI, correct me if I’m wrong
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| If I don’t fuck witcha, I don’t fuck witcha and I gotta make it known
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| Hand on my lap, clutching
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| Gotta make it home, correct me if I’m wrong
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| I brought some kids in the world
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| My only prayer is protect 'em when I’m gone
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| It be the ones by you throwing shade all along, correct me if I’m wrong
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| It’s been enough love shown, get the fuck on
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| Stop me if I’m wrong
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| I go fed in that bitch, no indictment
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| I’m stabbing, I’m smashing, I’m knifing
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| Keep going, keep going, don’t stop
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| I’m cumming, you better catch every drop
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| I pour me a deuce in a soda pop
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| I had let off some when I saw the opps
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| These diamonds wet, they like I had to soak it
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| Boogers jump out the Cuban, you had to notice
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| Treat the drank like some twins, I double dosed it
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| Memory lane with the gang, we had to toast it
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| Brought the Wraith to the hood, I had to coast it
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| Y’all got to forgive me, I had a moment
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| If she tell you we fucked, she talking too much
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| Change up my number, she stalking too much
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| WD40, I got off the rust
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| I mean business like I’m in a tux
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| It’s 'posed to be free yo dawg 'til the day he make it home, correct me if I’m
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| wrong
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| I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
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| It’s 'posed to be VVS stones, not no SI, correct me if I’m wrong
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| If I don’t fuck witcha, I don’t fuck witcha and I gotta make it known
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| Hand on my lap, clutching
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| Gotta make it home, correct me if I’m wrong
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| I brought some kids in the world
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| My only prayer is protect 'em when I’m gone
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| It be the ones by you throwing shade all along, correct me if I’m wrong
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| It’s been enough love shown, get the fuck on
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| Stop me if I’m wrong
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| Niggas say how they boss and they real
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| I seen’t yo name in black and white, boy you squealed
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| Drop my head down and shedded some tears when judge gave bruh dem 200 years
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| I’m exhausted, I’ve been taking it slowly
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| The ground shaking 'cause my album approaching
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| I show my face just to cause some commotion
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| I be in trenches, not on IG, I’m posted
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| I been like this for a minute
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| I’m lit and you might get offended
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| Got my check up like the clinic
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| The place that made me on the pendant
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| I fucked dude bitch and put it in a song
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| If he ain’t my nigga, it’s cool, right
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| Correct me if I’m wrong
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| It’s 'posed to be free yo dawg 'til the day he make it home, correct me if I’m
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| wrong
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| I lost my guy to some gunfire, feel like he left me all alone
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| It’s 'posed to be VVS stones, not no SI, correct me if I’m wrong
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| If I don’t fuck witcha, I don’t fuck witcha and I gotta make it known
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| Hand on my lap, clutching
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| Gotta make it home, correct me if I’m wrong
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| I brought some kids in the world
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| My only prayer is protect 'em when I’m gone
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| It be the ones by you throwing shade all along, correct me if I’m wrong
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| It’s been enough love shown, get the fuck on
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| Stop me if I’m wrong |