| Boy
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| DrumGod be on that Eastside shit, on baby, nigga
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| DrumGod
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| Boy, quit fuckin' talkin' like you know me, on God, you don’t
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| I ain’t friendly and you know this, on God, my nigga
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| I ain’t even one of them niggas, on God, my nigga
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| I don’t really like no nigga, boy
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| Quit fuckin' talkin' like you know me
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| I used to drink that OE but you weren’t around for them days
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| In the zone with hoes slidin' 'round, in my Dikembes
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| And all you pussy niggas out here worried 'bout a timeline?
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| Nigga, get your mind right, nigga, get your grind right
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| Them niggas ain’t mine, right? |
| So them niggas dyin', right?
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| I’ll get your slime left just to get my slime right
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| Load 'em up at 9 AM, that nigga die by 9 at night
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| Bitch ain’t taught me how to fight, ain’t no nigga fight my battle
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| The apple don’t fall far from the… Nigga, fuck that apple
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| Pop his top like he a Snapple, cookin' dope in East Atlanta
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| Lean, it fix my speech impediment, I ain’t got no speech impediment
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| You thought we was gon' reach a settlement? |
| AR’s on his chest, no Letterman
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| Chopper eat him like an edible, off the bench like he a veteran
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| In Ajo with my Mexicans, shout out to my flexicans
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| Better find where the exit is, straps in here like yes it is
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| And I’m with my messy friends, we gon' kill the best of friends
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| Skilly yellin' let him live
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| No he ain’t my motherfuckin' brother, know what time it is
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| Niggas actin' like a bitch, boy, you know you your mama’s kid
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| Skuba Steve, brought my bull
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| Spittin' when I pull up everywhere because the llama full
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| Bought some tools, if you disrespect me then I gots to do it
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| Sock it to 'em
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| My niggas in the Bay invest in prostitution
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| I be doin' all the type of music keep your body movin'
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| He on fire, lighter fluid, he ain’t lyin', I’m the truth
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| Zoom, got that Spider movin', make them bitches raise the roof
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| You, is a pussy ass nigga, I don’t fuck with you
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| Lame ass nigga, showin' love don’t make me comfortable, huh
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| Boy, quit fuckin' talkin' like you know me, on God, you don’t
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| I ain’t friendly and you know this, on God, my nigga
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| I ain’t even one of them niggas, on God, my nigga
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| I don’t really like no nigga, boy
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| Quit fuckin' talkin' like you know me
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| I used to drink that OE but you weren’t around for them days
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| In the zone with hoes slidin' 'round, in my Dikembes
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| And all you pussy niggas out here worried 'bout a timeline? |
| Huh |