| Got your back, I’m bulletproof; |
| on our way, we dropped the roof
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| For like we got it all to lose, I’m the one you told the truth to
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| You don’t need me to hold you
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| So I just hold you down
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| I got a knife in my pocket if they come up, try to rob us
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| 'Cause lately we are here flossing, you got me Gucci, they want it
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| Our bitter exes are hating, man, let 'em hate
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| I’m on that fuck everybody, I’m feeling great
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| You’re my best friend
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| You’re my gang gang
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| We live on the West End
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| But coming from South Central
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| That’s my bst friend
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| That’s my gang, gang, gang
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| I’m like, «babe, I hat them»
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| She like, «same, same, same»
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| That’s my A-1
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| We got a thing, thing, thing
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| Ever since day one
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| We been gang, gang, gang
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| We’re out here like it’s all for us, side by side on the tour bus
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| And blood and sweat and tears I trust, life will be what we construct, true
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| They all think they know you
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| But they don’t know shit
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| I’m not much of a lover, I’m more a tough motherfucker
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| But when the rain pulls me under, you stay and wait for the thunder
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| We’ve been through too much to let it break
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| I won’t be making the same mistakes
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| You’re my best friend
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| You’re my gang gang
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| He doesn’t like Wu-Tang
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| 'Cause we’re in California
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| That’s my best friend
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| That’s my gang, gang, gang
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| I’m like, «babe, I hate them»
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| She like, «same, same, same»
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| That’s my A-1
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| We got a thing, thing, thing
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| Ever since day one
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| We been gang, gang, gang
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| I’ve known him ten years, like how the fuck we get here?
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| We both hit dead ends, and now we’re rich as fuck
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| You’re my everything, and you’re my everything
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| You’re my gang gang, I’ll do anything for ya
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| That’s my best friend
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| That’s my gang, gang, gang
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| I’m like, «babe, I hate them»
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| She like, «same, same, same»
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| That’s my A-1
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| We got a thing, thing, thing
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| Ever since day one
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| We been gang, gang, gang
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| We ain’t doing drive-bys, we pull up like, «Hi, guys»
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| All we know is ride, die, Gucci bags and bad vibes
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| We ain’t doing drive-bys, we pull up like, «Hi, guys»
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| All we know is ride, die, Gucci bags and bad vibes |