| Tell your bitch to look at me while I’m…
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| RJ always trippin', man
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| RJ always trippin', man
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| Ayy, tell your bitch to look at me while I’m speakin' to you
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| You forgot I hit that bitch before she was your bitch
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| Even while you was with her, couldn’t give her no dick
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| When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib
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| Takin' shits on your toilet, playin' with your kids
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| Like tell your bitch to look at me while I’m speakin' to you
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| It’s a lot of real shit I’ve been meanin' to do
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| You couldn’t dance like me if you needed to groove
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| Guess I set the tone, you lil' niggas needed some moves (Ugh)
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| Guess I set the tone, chopper movin' Reggaeton
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| Blood on my herringbone, won’t leave me the hell alone
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| I say do it, do it, do it if that bitch wanna do it to me
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| Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, you a killer, gotta prove it to me
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| Fuck 'round with dawg, we don’t fuck 'round with law
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| Get that pack in or we just get that backend, no shorts
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| He on my end, them niggas gotta tap in, no choice
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| Want a damn slice, Skuba 40 make him surfboard
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| She want Sada dick, say that she gon' twerk for it
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| Hell no, lazy bitch, hit the road, work for it
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| Drop a four in that soda, pop a couple Percs for it
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| Put a 9,000 pack (Ayy) up your Bebe skirt for it (Ugh)
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| How a nigga lil' sister say she want some MAC makeup?
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| Can’t get it for her, last time that we laid up
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| Came out the bathroom, she was on my Facebook
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| Cocked a right hand back, hit her with a straight hook
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| Bitch, don’t be playin' with my money phone
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| That’s that line I get bags and get money on
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| Niggas always want a snitch nigga to come home
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| Niggas must be snitchin' too, baby, somethin' wrong
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| Ayy, we do real nigga dance moves, nigga, you can’t touch those
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| I get money, I’m as happy as my custos
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| Brand new rockstars with a dumb roll
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| I’m a rockstar, I’ll hit him with a drumroll
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| See a opp, then it’s crunch time, bag a combo
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| See a opp, then it’s punch time, TJ Combo
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| Trap lookin' like the lunch line by the combos
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| Bet you I can fuck eight bitches with a blindfold
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| Hit a opp with the ugly shot like I’m Lonzo
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| Catch a opp in the mornin' time like Alonzo
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| 40 make him do the funny dance like Alfonso
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| Bet you I can get eight bricks gone pronto
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| I do my dance way better than you do it
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| So bitch ass nigga, watch me do it
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| And I shoot my 45 way better than you
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| So lil' ass nigga, let me shoot it
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| And I’m gon' fuck your bitch way better than you
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| Even though you don’t want me to do it
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| And 'bout five niggas with me right now
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| Got CC dubs, wanna call police, can’t do it
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| Bitch, we legal with these straps (Ayy, uh)
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| Still illegal with these traps (Ayy, uh)
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| Shoot a nigga like it’s craps (Ayy, uh)
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| I give hell, don’t give daps (Ayy, uh)
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| I raise hell, don’t raise kids (Ayy, uh)
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| Fuck her face and shoot my kids (Ayy, uh)
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| 'Cause I dance like I did (Uh)
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| Make these niggas look like feds with this shit (Ayy, uh)
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| You forgot I hit that bitch before she was your bitch (Uh)
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| Even while you was with her, couldn’t give her no dick (Uh)
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| When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib (Uh)
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| Takin' shits on your toilet, playin' with your kids (Uh)
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| Like tell your bitch to look at me while I’m speakin' to you (Uh)
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| It’s a lot of real shit I’ve been meanin' to do (Uh)
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| You couldn’t dance like me if you needed to groove (Uh)
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| Guess I set the tone, you lil' niggas needed some moves (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) |