| I would catch a body for you
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| for you
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| Know I’m standing by tutu
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| Spent 250 on these shoes
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| But that really mean nothing
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| Pockets stay in
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| These boys
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| Fuck her, pass her to the coffin
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| For my glime I’m bossin'
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| Them boys
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| (Them boys)
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| Them boys moving undercover
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| stay like Danny Glover
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| She a thottie, I still love her
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| They ain’t- They ain’t hit my phone
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| Send a kite to my home
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| Let me know you coming home
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| I’ll be there for you, foe
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| Yeah
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| They was out here telling lies
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| Sitting like apple pies
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| I can see it in their eyes
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| For you, I’d catch homicide
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| I don’t really care what they’ll do
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| I’ll set a teardrop for my troops
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| I’ll set a teardrop for my glimes
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| These boys out here all dying
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| Vrroom vrroom, now we flying
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| Leave all y’all ass behind
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| Uh uh
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| I would catch a body for you
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| for you
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| Know I’m standing by tutu
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| Spent 250 on these shoes
|
| But that really mean nothing
|
| Pockets stay in
|
| These boys
|
| Fuck her, pass her to the coffin
|
| For my glime I’m bossin'
|
| Them boys
|
| (Them boys)
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| Them boys moving undercover
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| stay like Danny Glover
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| She a thottie, I still love her
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| (My phone, my hoes, going home, with you foe) |