| Yeah, yeah
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| This is separation, somethin' like segregation
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| You ain’t nothin' like us, nigga
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| You can’t stand wit' us, you can’t sit wit' us, you can’t ride wit' us
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| Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
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| I don’t fuck with you niggas, can’t ride with y’all
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| I like my checks marked up nigga
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| Nothin' like you
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| What
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| I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em
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| Niggas is suckas, think they gotta cuff 'em to fuck 'em
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| Goin' through customs with your sweety squeezin' her muffins like it’s all good
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| 'cause it’s all good
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| Money on the wood
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| If niggas wanna challenge mine, you niggas hearts is Valentine
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| Calculated grind
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| Silent when doin' any crime
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| I’m just not your kind and that’s fine
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| But please don’t push me nowhere near that line 'cause oh my
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| Let me spark my weed
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| Keep havin' dreams of makin' plays wit' ease
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| Ferrari clean, top down, what an amazin' scene
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| The shit I teach ain’t got shit to do with A’s and B’s
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| Don’t give a F, niggas see I did my thang with D’s
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| Yeah
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| I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em
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| I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em
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| Pass me that, yeah
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| (Need a light, uh)
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| (Know I don’t love 'em, nigga)
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| I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em, fuck it
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| What!
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| Makin' my way through traffic (Traffic)
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| Lately I just been stackin' lame niggas' hate with a passion
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| Shot 'em out his vapor maxes
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| Don’t want no smoke, when I see 'em, they pass her (Pass her)
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| My niggas investin' in ratchets
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| My bitch in the valley get hit with the package
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| Not talkin' 'bout Trina, this bitch is the baddest
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| Hard to show love and I never chase (Yeah)
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| I’m up in Chase high off a eighth, maybe a quarter
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| Just got off the phone with my lawyer and he said they threw out my case (Yes)
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| Everything straight
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| I’m duckin' these hoes like niggas is shootin'
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| After we fuck, I get right back to recruitin'
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| I still got bitches that’s boostin'
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| I still got hittas that’s shootin'
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| Trust me
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| This pimpin', I might let you touch me, uh
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| I get this shit right through custies, uh
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| I gave her some dick, now she love me
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| I ain’t had not a dub not in my pocket back when them bitches dubbed me
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| Now I’m in the club, snub in my pocket
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| Tell the bouncer not to bump me
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| But fuck 'em, I don’t love 'em
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| I don’t chase 'em, duck 'em, replace 'em
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| In the bank, cupid shuffle, Goyard duffel
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| Yeah
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| I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em
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| (Never)
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| Yeah
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| I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em
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| Yeah
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| Hahaha
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| Yeah, that shit hard
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| Ay, shawty lookin' at me like she know somethin', ay ay
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| Came and gave me brain now I know somethin' (Look look)
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| Cops question me, think I know somethin'
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| But I don’t know nothin' even when I know somethin'
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| You know somethin'? |
| Errybody know somethin'
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| But before I talk, a Yes Man’ll know somethin' (Yeah)
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| Rap didn’t work, nigga, just know somethin' (Just know)
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| I’d be robbing son, could know somethin' (On God)
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| Gotta thank God he musta knew somethin' (Bless)
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| Everyday these kids need a new somethin' (Facts)
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| Can’t even pronounce it, it’s a new somethin' (What?)
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| My old hoes like, «You actin' new or somethin'?"(That's hard) |