| Kingpin come through in a demon
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| Black rose got these hoes drove, yeah they fiendin'
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| Same hoes at my shows, front rows screaming
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| Popping ros' in a Rolls Royce just swinging
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| I be in the streets both feet, yeah the deep end
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| My partner on parole, still got the pole creepin'
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| We done cross the plug so many times that we ain’t speaking
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| On the road back and forth to Texas every weekend
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| Money be my weakness, these niggas be some leaches
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| These bitches tryna sneak in, my Perc 30 just kicked in
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| Glock 40 got a dickhead
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| These niggas ain’t no gangstas
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| Y’all some wangstas, you been mislead
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| I keep this shit so gutta, just made a ten play up in chit chat
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| My niggas so disrespectful, don’t give no fuck like «where yo bitch at?»
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| Poppin' it on yo bitch ass
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| More weight than a gym class, got these niggas big mad
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| More hood then a big box Chevy sitting on sixes
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| Fuck it, come through dumpin'
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| You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
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| Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
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| Come through, flip your shit like they flip burgers
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| Fuck it come through dumpin'
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| You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
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| Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
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| Come through flip your shit like they flip burgers
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| Itty bitty nigga, you know me
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| Kick big shit nigga, big homie
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| Riding all by lonely bitches all up on me walking out of pink pony
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| I ain’t never played no sports, all I ever played was them whores
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| Shawty want a dick XXL wanna catch a lil vibe, nigga I’m her source
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| Magazine hanging out that stick
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| Set his ass on fire cause he not that lit
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| Okay, white bitches talk shit online all the time
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| I don’t give a damn bout that shit
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| Matter of fact, nigga I ain’t never gave no damn
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| Used to shave them grams up off them bricks
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| Okay, nowadays days I’m paid 13 different ways on
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| A PJ on a runway rich, bumping Runway Richy
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| Fuck it, come through dumpin'
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| You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
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| Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
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| Come through, flip your shit like they flip burgers
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| Fuck it come through dumpin'
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| You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
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| Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
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| Come through flip your shit like they flip burgers |