| Night one and nobody bought the pistol to the party
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| Got a thottie ridin' shotty, I want head, fuck your body
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| She a cute lil' bitch but she done fucked everybody
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| Shit, I still hit it though
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| Hate how she move but I love her throat
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| Watch me elevate off this fuckin' marijuana smoke
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| I talk to the dope, I ain’t never talked to the po'
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| All I got is hope, niggas sad I gave 'em a rope
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| I ain’t have it, I ain’t get a hand, bitch, I made a plan
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| I remember, I was off the Xan’s, I ain’t understand
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| Nigga wanna be the fuckin' boss, fuck a middle man
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| And I got the sticks in the drums like I’m in a band
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| Like Afghanistan, bitch, I’m ready for war
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| Greedy lil' nigga, man, I always wanted more
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| I was on the road trappin', you was on tour
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| I ain’t beefin' with no rap niggas no more
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| Ain’t the type of nigga to throw subs on the 'gram
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| You the type of nigga take the stain on your mans
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| One night stand with the bitch that you love
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| She was beggin' me to put it in without a glove
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| Yeah, SlayK 47 shot ya
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| Baby mothers singin' like a opera
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| I’on trust nobody, just my chopper
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| I’on make announcements, I just pop up
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| I ain’t had nobody send a kite when I was locked up
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| Nobody love me but myself nigga
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| I’on really trust nobody, I’on fuck with nobody
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| Bitch, yeah, uh-huh
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| Hop inside a coupe and I switch locations
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| Niggas always hatin', bitch, I feel amazin'
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| I’ma son of God but sometimes I feel like Satan
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| Backwood facin', I’on got no patience
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| Yeah, and my bitch don’t got no waist (Huh)
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| Woke up in the morning like, «Who I’ma rob today?» |
| (Yeah)
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| I just hit up Jiggy and I told him, «Set the play» (Huh)
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| Feds tried to run up in the spot but I escaped (Huh)
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| And I got your bitch on tape (Huh)
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| Fucked her off the Perc', after we fuck, she said I’m great (Yeah)
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| And you know I keep the K, yeah
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| I ain’t had to shoot him but I did it anyway
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| And I’m wit' Lil Italy posted where it ain’t safe
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| Nigga tried to reach for my chain, what a mistake
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| Damn, what a mistake
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| Tied a nigga up 'cause we gon' dump him in the lake
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| Hop inside a coupe and I switch locations
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| Niggas always hatin', bitch, I feel amazin'
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| Bitch, I feel amazin'
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| Hop inside a coupe and I switch locations
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| Niggas always hatin', bitch, I feel amazin'
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| Bitch, I feel amazin'
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| Ready, ready for war
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| Man, man, I always wanted more
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| SlayK 47 shot ya
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| I’on trust nobody, just my chopper
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| Ya heard? |
| What’s good?
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| Calling to tell you I was thinking about you
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| And that I’m praying for you everyday
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| You know, it’s a cold world
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| Your own best friend could stab you in the back
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| Family could turn on you, streets don’t love you
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| All you got is yourself and all you got is the spirit of God
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| But just remember, like, we soldiers, we built for this
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| We been through the mud, shit |