| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case
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| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case
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| Her momma don’t like me cause my motherfuckin' head tats
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| She think I’m goth because I’m always wearin' jet black
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| These silly bitches wanna gossip bout my eggplant
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| I pay the cops to be the boss now where my bread at?
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| All these pussy niggas hate me? |
| Forget that
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| You found dead at the same place you stay bout
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| Where my head at, I’m supposed to be a rap star
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| These niggas coke dicks, they only try to act hard
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| I go in her good, I go in her good, nah
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| You’ll bleed all your fluid
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| Young niggas’ll pull it
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| They’ll do it to do it
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| Them niggas act foolish, you might want to cool it
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| Them niggas act stupid, they move in a unit
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| You wanna fear one but you’re not gonna shoot it
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| Beyond that Gucci some holler at the moon shit
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| I am a sensei and you are the student
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| Me I influence and you are influenced
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| My business is boomin', my cd in ruin
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| My mistress might move in
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| My bitches do shrooms and
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| My bitches exotic, Hawaiian and Cuban
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| But she is no angel and I am no human
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| Strapped like the Ewings like Westbrook I’m shootin'
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| You think I’m gluten
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| You best keep scootin'
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| You best keep movin' my witches are brewin'
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| Bitches is brewin' man, bitches is brewin' man
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| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case
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| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face, It’ll be another case
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| Her daddy don’t like me he a motherfuckin' dead beat
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| If it was up to me, I’d get his fuckin' head beat
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| But I do yoga now and just stopped eating red meat
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| I’ll wake his daughter up and fuck her out her dead sleep
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| Niggas tryna to test my patience, I ain’t got none
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| You want me to give a fuck? |
| You shoulda brought some
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| If I’m lookin' like a lick, well I’m not one
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| It’ll be a cold day in hell, you’ll catch a hot one
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| An AA with an AK
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| Player play, me no jk
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| The AK with the pay pay
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| In Texas like I’m JJ
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| Watt
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| Thots, I got lots
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| Cruella Deville, I got spots
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| You run of the mill and I’m not
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| I’ll run up the bill in your spot
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| I’ll roll up a bill and sniff yoff
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| I’ll go for a pill and get chopped
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| I’m king of the hill, you’ll be a clock
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| Blood on the floor, you’ll get mopped
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| Hop on my (?) you’ll get cropped
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| Hop on my dick, I mean cock
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| Cut off my hip, you get popped
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| You don’t wanna die for hip hop
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| Well do you?
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| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face? |
| It’ll be another case
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| Better talk behind my back, don’t you say it to my face
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| Don’t you say it to my face? |
| It’ll be another case
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| My bae look like anime
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| Sailor Moon off a gram of yay
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| Cartoons on a saturday
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| Grand Monet in the family
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| Pop shrooms at a cabaret
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| Woke up in a magnet
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| Kick it like I’m family
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| Get it like (?)
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| A-riba, a-riba
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| Smoke cheap by my reefer
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| Cost franklins, Aretha
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| I need her, I need her
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| Your re-up my sneakers, I bake 'er, Anita
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| I could never ever bust in her
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| I could never ever trust in her
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| I could never be in love with her
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| I can’t even share my drugs with her |