| Yeah
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| Turn my studio up
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| Said, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah (M-M-M-Murda)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, three youngins to do with the team (Young)
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| I’m shootin' my shot like aren' (Yeah)
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| My niggas ball like LeBron, yeah, we got the ring (Ayy, yeah)
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| He think that a young nigga lackin' (No)
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| I turned this bitch to a thriller like my name was Michael Jackson (Hee, hee)
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| Yeah, yeah, Glock in my lap in traffic
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| Roll down the window, you know that I’m blastin''
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| Just like Denzel, all about action (Bitch)
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| You thought I had luggage because I be packin'
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| She givin' me brain while the young nigga laid up
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| I’m a big dog nigga, better get it weighed up (Rr)
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| Last time got whacked, he made his make up
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| Put nut on her face lit it was some makeup (Yeah, yeah)
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| Clicc clacc, ratatat,.223s to your back, mm (Yeah)
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| Bitch, I ball like I’m Giannis (Uh, yeah, ayy)
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| My clip, it hold about a hunnid (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
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| We at your head just like a bunny (Yeah, yeah)
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| Ayy, that murder shit is what we livin' for (Twenty shots, ten dimes)
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| I caught him lackin' at the corner store (Yeah)
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| You say that I’m not killin' but you don’t even know me though (Bitch)
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| Bitch, I put a hole up in your head just like a Cheerio (Yeah, yeah)
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| Clicc clacc, ratatat,.223s to your back, yeah
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| Clicc clacc, ratatat, yeah, yeah
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| I’m goin' in for my niggas in cell
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| Fuck the judge, they won’t give 'em no bail
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| They say that I’m hot, I’m hotter than Hell
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| They playin' my songs on top of the jail
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| Brand new ice on the brand new watch in the brand new drop top (Yeah, yeah)
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| Just hit a V-line with a new stripper, that’s a new thot thot (Yeah, yeah)
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| Take her to the crib, I’m all in her guts, I’m giving' her backshots (Yeah,
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| yeah)
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| I fucked her so good, she turned around and thought I had two cocks (Yeah, yeah)
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| Clicc clacc, ratatat,.223s to your back, mm |