| La quiere conocer…
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| Con su forma de actuar…
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| On the backside of the flip, never see
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| Never see me on the other side, I’m always green
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| Saying that I’m just a fucking layout
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| Sense me when I breakout
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| Catch me at the steak house nigga, catch me at your bitch house
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| I’m always watching from the distance like a fuckin cobra
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| My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder
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| Nigga saying that you wanna, that bitch straight from Rwanda
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| You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta
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| Tip toe nigga, climb slow nigga
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| You never ready can’t you see that fucking snow nigga
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| Below zero nigga, you ain’t no hero nigga
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| Claimin that you painted pictures
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| Truth be told you get no bitches
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| Shit… I say I only tell the truth
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| You stay away from (stay miss) pussy stay up in that booth
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| Thinking 'bout that time you said you make it out this shit
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| I made it out this shit, since I was a fucking jit
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| Shit we coming out of fog, sleeping in that o-zone, to the floor
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| Bitch leave before the night and come back for some more
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| Want some more, never show that I got that bitch for the doe
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| Then I go, in the back, of that motherfucking store
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| Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the grass
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| All I see is blood, right beside the broken glass
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| Never got no time to make it out the damn back
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| Goes to show that I won’t ever wanna go back, nigga |