| Uh, shit real nigga
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| Talk to em.
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| Uh, uh. |
| These niggas' too kool for school
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| Breakin' all the rules, 5 deep in a squadder, ridin wit a tool
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| Hustlin' for cash, livin' life fast
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| Played the let out on the ave, should of went to class
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| These young girls is rollin' around showing their ass
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| And any young boy wit a check, can prolly smash
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| Slow down fore' you crash, I’m just showin' love
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| Girl, you only 16, you don’t know love
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| Used to be a good girl, now you just a hot jawn
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| You don’t even listen to your mom cuz your pop gone
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| Your chest gettin' bigger, your thighs gettin' thicker
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| You posed' to be garbed up, you showin' off your figure
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| On instagram, I wonder why he like your pictures
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| All these bad bitches, what happened to my sisters?
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| Soon as I get my money right, I might not never sin
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| Coke price is high, the blocker hotter than it’s ever been
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| Free all my niggas' wit life that got them letters in
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| Hold your head til' you see the light; |
| Thomas Eddison
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| Back to back, 2 terms; |
| shout out to the President
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| Back to back, 2 Porsches in front of my residents |
| Shoot first then ask questions,; |
| never hesitant
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| I’m just here to raise hell; |
| flow heaven sent
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| Pounds of the green, keys of the soft
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| Makin' sure my niggas' got the keys to the loft
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| Take em all shoppin', do it all from rap
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| Remember in them days, we used to it off of crack
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| Sleepin' on the floor, fuckin' up my back
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| Now I’m in a King wit your Queen fuckin' from the back
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| Sour is the new coke, percs is the new crack
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| Take a 1,000 pills to the block; |
| run through that
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| Try to teach my young boys, but they think they’re grown
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| Until they’re cased up, now they’re on their own
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| Catchin' wreck for nothin', never comin' home
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| The clubs burnt out, every week, the same hoes
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| Bitch, I’m trapped out, every day; |
| the same clothes
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| Dropped 10 mixtapes, I just change flows
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| Right now, I’m feelin' like the hottest in the U.S.,
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| Moncler; |
| Blue Vest, Camero wit the 2s
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| Life gettin' finer, chows and benihanas
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| Furniture for my kid; |
| thousand dollar recliners
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| Snatchin' through the hood, 2 shooters behind us
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| Comin' up, I wanted everything designer |
| My mom did whatever to get it, I thank Tanya
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| Ladder’d up, 45, 40s and Llamas
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| Grass cut, still watchin' them Anacondas
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| Give me anybody, watch me eat em; |
| Jeffrey Dahmer
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| Nah mean? |
| Drop some jewels for the youngins'
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| See if they listen to me
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| «Haines Street Hustler 5»
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| Ha, long as I’m alive. |
| This fuckin' money nigga
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| Yeah. |
| Lets get it. |
| J Sparkz, I fuck wit you youngin'
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| You got that heat nigga. |
| Yup
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| Ha, I know, yup, I know |