| Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately
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| Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'
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| All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady
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| All them cars you drive outdated
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| Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement
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| Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
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| Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment
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| I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
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| I’m in the street like the pavement
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| End up dead in my basement
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| New money, I’m talkin', new money, I’m walkin'
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| Just got a new fit lookin' like I need to be laying in the coffin
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| Yo bitch, she swallow, that ain’t my problem
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| I’mma duct tape a hoe, make her ass be quiet
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| Might shoot this bitch cuz that hoe don’t stop hollering
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| Might pay me, boy, this shit don’t make sense
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| But I gotta make it
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| Money, I got everything I have, they think I’m crazy
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| But I’m not, I ain’t with them childish games, I ain’t trying to play them
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| I put that on my unborn baby
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| If you come off in my basement
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| Cuz you might get duct taped tight
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| I dont harass girls if you in this basement
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| You might get fucked like
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| Enough say, enough said
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| I mean she love me, I love head
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| I get money
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| And I can smell --
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| Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately
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| Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'
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| All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady
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| All them cars you drive outdated
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| Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement
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| Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
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| Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment
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| I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
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| I’m in the street like the pavement
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| End up dead in my basement
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| My partner crossed me
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| I swear to God, he took me in a maze that nigga lost me
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| This shit be happening too often
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| These niggas ain’t rapping, they just talking
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| And she making me sick, I’m nauseous
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| Black and gold diamonds, like New Orleans
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| Wanna be in your place, that smile in your face
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| No I don’t know you, you see me in public
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| You say we related, you stuck in the hood, while I had to upgrade it
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| Mansion with acres, straight from the bottom I had to come out of the basement
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| Young nigga made it, Quan, go crazy
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| Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately
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| Can’t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'
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| All my life I been boney, I’m Slim, but not shady
|
| All them cars you drive outdated
|
| Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement
|
| Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
|
| Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment
|
| I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
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| I’m in the street like the pavement
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| End up dead in my basement |