| Molly
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| Free all my niggas up
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| I think I might be happy
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| Hah
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| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
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| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
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| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
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| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig
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| Loud and live
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| From the back
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| I’m from the side
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| Do the Wraith
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| Keep up the pace
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| Take a knee
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| Still can’t wife a freak
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| Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?
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| I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him
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| I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down
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| Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out
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| Maybach 23
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| Rollin' on a bean
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| Made her drink my Minute Made
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| Take her out like Sandra
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| I ain’t gon' shoot no-one today
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| no Sharpay
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| Signed into it with a Sharpie
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| Lil nigga, know you my protege
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| 19, got 20 for a show
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| 18, got 50 for the load
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| 17, had 0 Texakos
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| 13, I had hopped off the porch
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| I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
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| You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose
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| I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
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| I’m a real ass nigga, we both know
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| Fuck I’m cappin' for?
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| Loud and live
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| From the back
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| I’m from the side
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| Do the Wraith
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| Keep up the pace
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| Take a knee
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| Still can’t wife a freak
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| Beat the pot, beat the pot
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| Beat the pot, smash
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| Gettin' that, gettin' that
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| Gettin' that, bag
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| Walk through, walk through
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| Walk through, splash
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| Bless you, bless you
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| Too fresh, death
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| Who gon' check me?
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| Whatever you do ain’t finna impress me
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| Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I’m Presley
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| Uh, Black Clover, do magic
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| I ain’t never been one of them niggas, get online and talk all that shit, uh
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| Ate a bum hoe out last night and the bitch left her crumbs on my lip, uh
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| Green heart, don’t feel nothing, I ain’t finna wife none hoe, not for shit
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| And the bitch said won’t hear what I’m sayin', finna learn something,
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| I don’t wanna kiss you
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| Pussy ass lil nigga got a bitty ass chain on and that lame ass still tryna flex
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| Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, me and Kie Mon' took that risk
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| Look at these scripts of a sea bring, and I never on a trip
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| Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, and he still gave his ass another year
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| Loud and live
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| From the back
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| I’m from the side
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| Do the Wraith
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| Keep up the pace
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| Take a knee
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| Still can’t wife a freak
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| Beat the pot, beat the pot
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| Beat the pot, smash
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| Gettin' that, gettin' that
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| Gettin' that, bag
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| Walk through, walk through
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| Walk through, splash
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| Bless you, bless you
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| Too fresh, death |