| Haha
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| Sometimes, I can really be fucked up
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say
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| Sometimes, I can really be (Ayy, sometimes)
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| Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Yuh)
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say but, «Hey, goodbye» (Haha)
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| Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Wassup?)
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| I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Yuh)
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| Bitch, I’m reckless, I’m ruthless (Uh-huh), very much stupid (Yuh)
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| All about this money, niggas hit my phone, who this? |
| (Bitch)
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| Broken heart but now I’m in the club (What?), I’m feelin' fucked up (Yuh)
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| Is you fuckin' with me? |
| Is you fuckin' with the scrubs?
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| I know, I know (I know), had to draw that bitch off (Yuh)
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| Nigga, why you talkin'? |
| Well, I think that shit’s soft (Haha)
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| I walk around like I’m a rockstar (Uh-huh)
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| Double-R's parked all up in my backyard
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| Somtimes, I can really be fuckd up (Fucked up)
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say but, «Hey, goodbye» (Hey)
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| Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Uh-huh)
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| I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Yuh)
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| Fuck love, but I need medicine (Uh-huh)
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| All in for myself, 'cause these niggas not my friends (What?)
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| Bitch, why you mad? |
| You don’t care, don’t pretend (Nah)
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| I’m tryna kill that nigga 'cause it’s all about revenge (Yuh)
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| I started from the zero, now I flipped it to a hundred (Hundred)
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| All about this money 'cause I got something from it (From it)
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| Put my dick up in her mouth, now it’s in her stomach (Yuh)
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| Yeah, I be the boss, no bodyguards in public (Uh-huh)
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| I just wanna chill with my day-ones (Day-ones)
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| Outside, but it’s rainin', but I feel the sun (Feel the sun)
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| I’m war ready in my black Air Force 1s (Yuh)
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| I’m doin' what I gotta do, no options (Uh)
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| Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Uh-huh)
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say but, «Hey, goodbye»
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| Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Why?)
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| I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Hahaha)
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| Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Fucked up)
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say but, «Hey, goodbye»
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| Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Yuh)
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| I can see these niggas right through my eyes
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| I don’t really wanna know about nothin' (Nah)
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| Niggas always tryna make assumptions (Why?)
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| And it’s always on that fuck shit (Hah), so it’s fuck it (Haha)
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| Ballin' on these niggas, 'cause I’m makin' straight buckets (Yuh)
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| Fendi on my body, niggas can’t fuckin' jack it (Nah)
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| Pistol on my waist, fuck nigga, it’s a habit (Yuh)
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| If it’s smoke that you want, fuck nigga, you can have it (Pew, pew)
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| If you want some clout, put a fork in a outlet (Uh)
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| Nah, I ain’t playin' with these niggas (Nah)
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| I ain’t playin' with these bitches, nah, I ain’t finished (Uh-uh)
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| All you niggas jokes, all you niggas real gimmicks (Yuh)
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| I stay solid, man, I stay real prolific (Yuh)
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| Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Fucked up)
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| Ain’t nothin' much to say but, «Hey, goodbye»
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| Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
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| I can see these niggas right through my eyes
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| Haha
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| Ah, ooh |