| Who is he
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| Hey hey come in up here
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| Nile I hear you
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| This sound like Quell
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| Pull up like a motor I really got older
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| I know I be trippin' when I be too sober
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| I’m gon' fuck you over, yeah over and over
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| LA for a week, fucked around rent a Rover
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| Shawty got hot I might fuck 'round the toaster
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| I don’t do what I want, I do what I’m supposed to
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| When I find my haters no need for a holster
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| Ain’t no barricades, I’m runnin' you over
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| Told my opps I say that shit every time
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| Fuck what you bang, fuck you and your sign
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| Fuck what you bang, fuck killin' your count
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| I’m runnin' with slimes, the big old slimes (so slime)
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| I put a fifty on the .9, yeah I bet that bitch off a dime
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| He think he a gangster, can’t he keep a weapon
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| Now he doin'
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| Goddamn, I bet your hoe knows who I am
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| Only get some top in drop, she be moppin' my shit like goddamn
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| No hoes here but I’m guapo
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| Get hit in your top-o
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| For think that this shit be sweet
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| When I’m in these streets I’m like a pothole
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| Fuck a nigga life up
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| He think he tough
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| Nah he bluff
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| Think he can’t get touched
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| I really tryna' put a nigga up
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| I’m tryna' stress 'em bad
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| These niggas be stressin' bad
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| What y’all look stressin' at
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| Goddamn
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| He tried the vibe and god blammed
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| On my side homicide, homicide on my side, homicide on my side
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| Goddamn
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| The be graffiti, it ain’t nothin' but madness
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| My side like Jurassic, goddamn
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| Hah goddamn
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| I like sayin' goddamn
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| Neighbours seen the drop they say goddamn
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| Thinkin' in school, I wasn’t breakin' the rules
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| I was keepin' my cool and keepin' my tool
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| Only to fuck on my teacher
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| I ain’t never tell her but shit I bet she knew
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| I bet she peeped out I’m better than dudes
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| Your bitch she see I’m better than you
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| On the one there with the pants
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| She ain’t my bitch, but she do what I tell her to
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| Nah for real, I’m hard to kill
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| Put me on the truck 'cause I’m ridin' them
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| And I ain’t got no flight like them
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| Came out the lot in G ride
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| They gettin' loud on the east side
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| I’ma put my pedal to the metal
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| Middle fingers up, I ain’t throwin' no peace sign
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| Fuck them boys for life |