| This is a Melo beat
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| Traphouse Mob
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| Baby girl, come and meet the woo
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| She know we keep a tool
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| Big knockin' on my body
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| Watch who you speaking to
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| (Girl, watch who you speaking to)
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| Baby girl, come and meet the woo
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| Big knockin' on my body
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| The beat went off?
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| I call Ace Makaveli, got treesh in the 'telly
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| Shawty wan' fuck off a glass of some Henny
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| Don’t call my phone, got the feds on my celly
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| Flight to Miami, put dick in her belly
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| Wanna make bread, tell her open up Welly
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| TD, OA, Tander, Citi, Chevy (Woo)
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| Pull up in Rovers, catch him, it’s over
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| Spinnin' like Julius Sover
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| Shoot down Hawthorne, shooting like Korver
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| Put that boy head on his shoulders
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| Swerving, give him two shots if he twirling, uh
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| Burn him, I promise it’s gon' be a murder
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| If I catch him, I hurt him
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| Sliding, I murk him
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| Look at that boy looking nervous
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| I got one thing for sure, I got two things for certain
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| Wrap that boy up in a curtain, uh
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| Touchy, I drop thirty-eight on his touchy
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| I made it flip off this uppy
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| I turn that boy to a duppy, uh
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| Balmain, true blue, ocean
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| Mystery, potion
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| Back out, toast him
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| Pop Smoke run him over, over, over
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| Baby girl, come and meet the woo
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| She know we keep a tool
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| Big knockin' on my body
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| Watch who you speaking to
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| (Girl, watch who you speaking to)
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| Baby girl, come and meet the woo
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| Big knockin' on my body
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| Watch who you speaking to |