| These hoes lies like niggas, these niggas switch like hoes
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| I just keep to myself, winning is my
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| These hoes thirsty like niggas, these niggas be bitchin' like hoes
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| Talking down to their homies, niggas lyin' to their bros
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| Heard you doing dirt, damn I’m like for sure
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| Talkin' to myself, fuck I can’t trust a soul
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| I trust a bitch nah, I can’t trust a hoe
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| Hoes be doing anything, fuckin' for the dough
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| These hoes wanna lie, I ain’t really got no time
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| I ain’t really got no type, real girls only thing I like
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| Keep shit G and make sure that pussy stay tight
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| Gotta keep a small circle, smoking on gas, no purple
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| Niggas wanna shine but do no working
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| Hoes want money, gotta do a lot of twerking
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| And they do it on the 'gram but never in person
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| These niggas wanna call you fam, same nigga that stealing bands
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| Lame niggas tryna steal the brand cause they see I got fans
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| And that’s some hoe shit that I never understand
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| My city raised a G, my momma raised a man
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| These hoes lie like niggas, these niggas bitchin' like hoes
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| Young G straight out the 'wood, where I’m from anything goes
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| Do she love me and my figures, she backstage at my show
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| She heard about Young Veggies yeah, she said she fuck with G4
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| I’m faded off that drink, Beamer hittin' that roll
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| Yeah I don’t fuck with these niggas and I’m switching up these hoes
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| She know I’m that nigga, it don’t get no bigger
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| I’m riding round with my killers cause I don’t trust these niggas man
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| , these hoes roll with the winners
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| I stay down when I come around and it’s never ever nothin' different
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| She fell in love with my game, she feeling on my Range
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| She seen a young boy shining hard, yeah everything bling-bling
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| trippin' to South Beach and
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| Fuck a regular plane, we copping a jet and we heading to France
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| Five hundred stacks, see my eyes light up when I got my advance
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| The game is so fucked up, these niggas is acting like hoes, be a man |