| These niggas man
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| They ain’t getting it
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| It’s Slum Village man
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| We back motherfuckers
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| Aye, it’s on yea
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| Come on
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| Yup, I had to bring the fuckin rugga to you
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| Old school, sorta like a old cougar
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| Greenfield Plaza, my old jeweler
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| Tracks in, gold blocks, suede pumas
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| Official, got to commit to
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| Comin with raw has never been the issue
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| Out of my mind, losing my mental
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| Niggas opposite of hard, aka gentile
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| I kill a hater with a pen stroke
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| I kill chickens with a penis, six strokes
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| I stand em draw, staying on big boats
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| (Hook)
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go oooh ooooh
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| Yea, Slum headin for a force like a hurricane
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| Brain storm taken for a swarm
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| Claudiella jackets, face going ninja style
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| Only eyes seen deep blow
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| Fit it on top — a crown piece
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| Royalty in my veins, dangerous
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| If ain’t got trust on dog spin lyrical angel dust
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| Bad with it, dirty mint, magnet on a soldier
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| He’ll beat an oppose, jog Jay nigga
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| Deep game, all up in er
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| Pimp and I got the thick yard love thinner
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| So effortless is the S to the villa
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| What you figure nigga?
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| (Hook)
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go and we go and we go
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| And we go
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| You will look engine, I’m a engineer
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| You want that ready with you better listen here
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| I am heavy ammunition, do no best rendition
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| A pot of swishas politican with the pictures
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| Better get yo bitch, she bout to kick you out the picture
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| She on my dick, she know my shit gon curl her whiskers
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| Running through the bags, zipping through the zippers
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| Cupid nigga swag, whip em out the kitchen
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| Burn a lot of gas when you on a mission
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| The niggas smoking trash, I ain’t tryna kitran
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| Word to that lemon pepper on the fried chicken
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| I’m like that jalapeno pepper on the side nigga
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| You can’t fuck with it, don’t try nigga
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| I’m canola, I’mma fry niggas
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| I’m black Henny, got the rockaby bitch from Jack city to clap semis
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| I make em niggas fall back quickly
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| Yea |