| Mmm go brazy
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| Hazy
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| Real talk
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Countin' blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Counting blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| I ain’t shit, I’m the shit though
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| All these bitches on my dick, it’s a freak show
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| If I tell the gang blitz, better get low
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| Hoes get played where I’m from better coach them
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| Bro can’t hang where I’m from, they’ll smoke 'em
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| All this game in my vein come from Oakland
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| If yo mans end up bodied we don’t know shit
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| I done swerved in that lane with that glizzy in my hand
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| Percs for the pain these hoes can’t get in my head
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| Fuck all the fame cause a nigga don’t care
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| I do bitches scandalous y’all wouldn’t understand it
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| Real talk
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Countin' blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Counting blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| I thinkin' about no bitch cause I ain’t want them
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| Trying to get a couple bricks from me and bro hand
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| Put a 6 on her shit if she ain’t with the program
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| Dollar fit on that 6, makin' eight ain’t no more grams
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| I’ll put little baby on the blade just to get me paid
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| Got two loaded Glocks on the escalade
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| Pop out, get him dropped
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| Fuck his escapade
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| I popped two percacets, made me elevate
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| It’s that yerk talk, head shots skirt off
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| Tell his baby mama get the head with her skirt off
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| Bitch snatched my soul, got me dead with my shirt off
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| Me and my mans hit the trap, count the bands
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| Get the work off
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| Little nigga handle more beef than strong enough
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| At the neck off the nigga I know he lost
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| Best friend get me neck off the liquor she hold my balls
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| Picked again, make the bitch run my errands and take my calls
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| Hundred thousand for an AP
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| At tito’s with your mama but you hate me
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| Carl trying to charge me for some weed like it ain’t me
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| Nah I’m cappin' I’m just playing that’s my mother fuckin baby
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| Hit the bank, get a bag, run it up then go brazy
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| Smoke a whole bowl of zaza, this rental car hazy
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| Trying to do no drive by, hop out and face 'em
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| Ain’t gone be the same when I smoke that nigga like I laced him
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| All my diamonds actually real, got them bitch from DH store
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| When my ex pop a pill, know that bitch still taste me
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| Niggas keep playing with that drank
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| Give it here I ain’t gon' waste it
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| Pour that soda in my big bro drank
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| Real talk
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Countin' blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Counting blues make my dick hard
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| Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
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| I ain’t shit baby I been doggin'
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| Aye, Mackavelli in this hoe
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| I don’t care about no hoe
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| I’ll verify that hoe
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| Niggas knockin' at the door because I’m up and now that broke
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| Baby laughed when I was down but gone be thirsty when I blow
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| Probably out there fuckin niggas that I know
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| I done done it all bae like shawty lo
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| I done got it on my own yeah they know
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| Ain’t e-40 you can’t tell me when to go
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| I’m big stepping in Channel double CC’s
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| Holla beep beep I got it out the deep East
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| Catch me up in Prada, Louie, and Givenchy
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch that’s gone need me
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| Real talk, can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Countin' blues make my dick hard
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| Trying to get it like 2Pac balled
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| I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged
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| Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
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| Countin' blues make my dick hard
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| Trying to get it like 2Pac balled
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| I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged |