| Back up off my ass
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| Had to get it, get up off my ass
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| Chop chop, nigga
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| You can lose, or just get with the program
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| Time waits for no man
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| poking out like a snowman
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| Used to right by the door man
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| But I was never gon be the dope man
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| don’t let the door slam
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| Bitch her boyfriend
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| Check the raps, like burnt rubber
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| Take you back to sleep covers
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| No love, hard showing no love
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| Hold on, they don’t
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| Still getting
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| I put that on my mama, I put that on the summer
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| None of them problems
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| You don’t want none of them problems
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| None of them
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| None of them problems
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| None of them problems
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| None of them problems
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| with the strap
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| Money gotta double back
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| Y’all pocket watching, you can catch a
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| catch a
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| Bright light, chain
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| And I ain’t with all the captions, I don’t need to cap
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| Could need a little change, where the meeter at?
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| And I got the pots and pans, where Peter at?
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| I leave it all in my hustle
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| But if my niggas don’t trust you, muscle
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| The 30 will bust you
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| You ain’t no tussle
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| Getting chips like it’s ruffles
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| My shooters will scuffle
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| Checking your hustle
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| Yeah these problems will bust you
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| Bitch we don’t trust you
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| None of them problems
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| You don’t want none of them problems
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| None of them
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| None of them problems
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| None of them problems
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| None of them problems |