| Pistol grip long, for my leather all times
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| I fuck bitches with that magnum, fuck this game with one run
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| I’m what these ladies love, plus I stay up in the street
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| Know I’m riding with some thugs, you talk shit, the talk is cheap
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| Got these bitches bringing pesos, they love to see me shock
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| Wash my hands on the curve, now I’m covering up my doubts
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| A young bg, a hot boy, I changed the grind and my… team
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| And now these labels wanan sign me
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| I be like maine, watch the shit change
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| Been tryina get some money since whole city was a thing
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| I came from the harlem tryina hop a better way
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| So all you whacked ass rappers stay the fuck about my lane
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| I’m holling out maine
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| Oh look, I think I’m putting much green in my cup
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| Ok, I’m coming down and pouring up
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| Sticking bick up in the… rest in peace to…
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man
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| Pull up, hop out, chain on poppy shit
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| Kush blowing, tats showing, heavy on my Compton shit
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| Central laugh, contraband, playing like it’s show time
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| Cop the shit, box the shit, and have it out in no time
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| My hoes fine, yes they is, politicking presidents
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| Killing pussies, killing shit, never leaving, never diss
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| Thugging with some elegance
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| Get money… success is the cycle, so my whole squad pedaling heavy as the metal
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| is, establishing relevance
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| I gotta admit we do our thang for some ghetto kids
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| It’s that ghetto feel, high as my bitch stiletto heel
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| Skeme I be on your level as soon as I pop my little pill
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| Now it’s on, we’re from here to song
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| Nigga on the charge but he still can get them zones
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| Catch me in the cut, don’t be hitting up my phone
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| The shit just might be bugged, volvo
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man
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| Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my bitch in my left
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| And I’m riding with working and a bag and I’m chasing the stacks
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| Nigga just spitting the facts, man all of you niggas is whack
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| Got finger for paper like sure that they coming
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| I hop bout my … hop in the booth, you can’t copy the truth
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| If I get on that just you niggas is dumb
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| Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball
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| Sure I got my own, bitch I want it all
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| 3 phones on me, I answer when money call
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| If I had a hunned magnums, I still wouldn’t fuck with y’all
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man
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| You think … change you, but I know it’s enough said
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| …you don’t have a man |