| I don’t need no frauds
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| I don’t need no drama when you call
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| I don’t need no fake
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| Soon as I wake up, keep an eye out for the snakes, yeah
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| 'Cause I don’t need no fraud
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| I don’t need no drama when you call
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| I don’t need no lies
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| Pick a side, pick a side
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| I took the price and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| I, I, I took the price and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| Aye yo, throw your wrist-es up, all my bitches up
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| These niggas is pussier than what? |
| All them dicks is up
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| All my real niggas down to ride, throw your GSXRs up
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| I ain’t in the projects, but all my bricks is up, rrrr
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| You can’t be Pablo if your work ain’t sellin'
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| What the fuck is this bitch inhalin'?
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| I would’ve helped you out that pit you fell in
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| I am the generous queen! |
| Ask Ms. Ellen
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| Tried to drop «Another One», you was itchin' to scrap
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| You exposed your ghostwriter, now you wish it was scrapped
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| Heard your pussy on «Yuck,"I guess you needed a Pap
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| What type of bum bitch shoot a friend over a rack?
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| What type of mother leave her one son over a stack?
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| Lil Boogie down basic bitch thinkin' she back
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| Back to back, oh, you mean, back to wack?
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| «Back to Back»? |
| Me and Drizzy laughed at that
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| They say numbers don’t matter but when they discussin' the kings
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| They turn around and say Lebron ain’t got 6 rings
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| I never signed a 360, bitch you wild dumb
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| That’s why Jay ain’t clear his verse for your album
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| Sheneneh, you a fraud committin' perjury
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| I got before and after pictures of your surgery
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| Rah took you to her doc, but you don’t look like Rah
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| Left the operating table, still look like «nah»
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| 'Cause I don’t need no frauds
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| I don’t need no drama when you call
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| I don’t need no lies
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| Pick a side, pick a side
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| I took the price and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| I, I, I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| Yeah, yeah, never been no fraud
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| Why do niggas that are not involved love to get involved?
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| Why do niggas claim the streets and act just like the law?
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| Riddles that I cannot seem to solve, man
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| Cristal, come at me, Weezy F and Nick
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| All come and spoke about your shit in '15
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| Man, I know you niggas saw this one comin'
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| My net worth sound like (grr)
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| But they don’t pay in cash
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| Niggas see me like, «What up, Killa?»
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| Man, please stop bringin' up my past
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| I’d really like to leave that behind
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| Sometimes I ask God, «Man, why him?»
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| Like the team that I would never leave behind
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| I really gotta ease off the wine
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| Which is funny because I just saw Nick the other day
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| And she keeps getting finer over time
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| I just know
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| I don’t need no frauds
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| I don’t need no drama when you call
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| I don’t need no lies
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| Pick a side, pick a side
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| I took the price and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| I, I, I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
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| I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
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| Uh, I am not a fraud, YM, I’m the God
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| They don’t make 'em like me no more, man, I’m a dinosaur
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| Blunts be tight as biker shorts, twisted like some handlebars
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| Lil' Tune out a cartoon or Avatar
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| I just looked in the mirror like, «All right, all right, all right»
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| I would let that little leaguer right there fuck my wife, word
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| I don’t need no fraud bitches in and out my life, word
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| Eatin' out my pockets, they be in and out of sight, word
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| I don’t need no drama, I just need some nana
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| Just told my little mama, «Babe, I think I love you, kinda»
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| Feelin' like Tune-y Montana, Weezy, he get honored
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| Drake a headliner, and Nicki, she get finer, word |