| Bad boys
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| Today, junior!
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| They only around (They only around)
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| For what you can do (For what you can do)
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| Gotta know how to move (Know how to move)
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| Can’t get played like a fool (Played like a fool)
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| They only around
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| For what you can do
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| Gotta know how to move
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| Can’t get played like a fool
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| These bitches, they tried to play on this good heart
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| These niggas, they tried to play me like a guitar
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| 'Til send 'em to that place with the good lord
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| Now I’m ridin' in foreigns, that bitch push start
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| Screamin' out «Good lord, good lord, I gotta thank you»
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| Devil tried to snatch my soul like
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| Now a nigga making bank moves 'cause I gotta have it
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| And I’m smokin' on that dank too, know that’s automatic
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| And I’m ridin' with that static
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| For niggas that don’t want see me happy
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| See Fuzzy, I grew up a savage
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| But I knew that there’s more to the madness
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| See, I done seen niggas that had it
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| Then fall off like nigga what happened?
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| See, Fuzzy never had a mattress
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| See, I always kept me a palette
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| I’m stretchin' the work like elastic
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| 'Cause I know that shit can get drastic
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| But this is my moment, I grasp it
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| But this is my moment, I grasp it
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| Them niggas been feenin' and askin'
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| I’m sellin' that green and I’m taxin'
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| My family up in the cabin
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| I take me a trip up to Aspen
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| I got that lil' bitch, she from Raleigh
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| She suck on the dick but she gnawin'
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| I’m tellin' her that I’ma call her
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| She call up my phone, I ignore it
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| I know that lil' ho ain’t important
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| If it ain’t 'bout money I’m snorin'
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| That mean that I’m muh’fuckin' sleepin'
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| I got a new bitch for the weekend
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| They only around (They only around)
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| For what you can do (For what you can do)
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| Gotta know how to move (Know how to move)
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| Can’t get played like a fool (Played like a fool)
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| They only around
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| For what you can do
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| Gotta know how to move
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| Can’t get played like a fool
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| These bitches, they tried to play on this good heart
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| These niggas, they tried to play me like a guitar
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| 'Til send 'em to that place with the good lord
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| Now I’m ridin' in foreigns, that bitch push start
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| Yeah, I’m in LA in a foreign
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| I called her up 'cause that lil' ho was boring
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| Love to fuck her, then I kick her out in the morning
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| When it’s up, bitch, it’s stuck, I ain’t givin' no warning
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| I came from the bottom, this shit was my destiny
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| On the road doin' shows, all my niggas, they next to me
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| Drippin' in sauce, had to cook up a recipe
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| Quando official, I call him the referee
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| I came from the bottom, the OGs, they lecture me
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| Oh, but the Glock make it sing just like Pleasure P
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| For the love of the money them soldiers gon' step for me
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| Free my lil' savage, I know he gon' step for me
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| From the trenches, yeah
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| We grip them Glocks, we grip Smith’ns, we grip extensions, yeah
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| I got some VVs in my teeth but they ain’t by the dentist, yeah
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| I had to hold my own weight, no Planet Fitness, yeah
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| I had to get my own cake, stack up them Benjamins
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| I had to shoot at the other side with that F&N
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| I had to get it on my own, I swear I stayed on all ten
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| I swear I never been a fool, we swing the block in the Benz
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| I put my bros before the hoes, I’m screamin', «No new friends»
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| I had to peep that you was fake through the Cartier lens
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| They only around, nigga, hold it down 'til the very end
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| They only around
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| For what you can do
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| Gotta know how to move
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| Can’t get played like a fool
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| They only around
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| For what you can do
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| Gotta know how to move
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| Can’t get played like a fool
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| These bitches, they tried to play on this good heart
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| These niggas, they tried to play me like a guitar
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| 'Til send 'em to that place with the good lord
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| Now I’m ridin' in foreigns, that bitch push start |