| Yeah
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| Fresh DuzIt
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| Yeah
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| Huh, huh, huh
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| I ain’t gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
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| Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain’t gon' stop shit
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| Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
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| Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
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| Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
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| I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
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| Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
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| And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
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| My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos
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| If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
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| The trap always open, bitch, we ain’t never closed
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| We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
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| Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch
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| Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch
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| Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
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| Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
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| I’m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
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| If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
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| That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
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| Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo
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| School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
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| My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass
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| I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
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| If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag
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| I ain’t gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
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| Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain’t gon' stop shit
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| Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
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| Flyest nigga in the game, yeah (bitch), I’m a cockpit
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| Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
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| I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
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| Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
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| And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
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| All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons
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| Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
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| I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'
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| Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin'
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| I’m a hothead, I’ll crash any second
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| He speakin' on who? |
| Send his bitch ass to heaven
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| Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's
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| My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's
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| Why you investigating me? |
| 'Cause I don’t know a thing
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| And I’ma always keep a solid, I ain’t never sang
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| You know I’m Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang
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| He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain
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| Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)
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| I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)
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| I had to make it rain (Make that mothafucka' rain)
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| R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing) |