| Anyway, anyway, anyway
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| Anyway, anyway, bandit!
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| Huh, I don’t love none of these broads
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| Nah, don’t hit my line lil nigga, fronted all of them calls
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| Bitch I don’t give a fuck what you wearing, man, you bout to take all of that
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| off
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| Nah, bitch, you ain’t done suckin' this dick, man, I gotta get all of these hard
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| Nigga still countin' this cash, fuck is you sayin'? |
| Fuck is you sayin'?
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| MCM in my bag full of them bands, full of them bands
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| Huh, Margiela steppin', can handle a lil pressure
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| Balmain jeans, gotta do a little extra, nigga I ain’t stressin', huh
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| Sellin' hella drugs, thinkin' bout runnin' my spot
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| Lil nigga gon' get ya ass plugged, huh, anyway (anyway), anyway
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| Anyway, anyway, been catchin' plays, had to pick and play
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| Hahahah, ya dig?!
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| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot
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| Money is the root of all evil, are you
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| Born to win but built to lose
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| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway
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| Uh, fuck the enemies on mine
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| Got ya ho wit' me ridin' party, next door, she a party to a crime
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| MAC-11, not a nine, you will not be doing fine
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| Cut off his eyelids to send a message to the muthafuckas that’s blind
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| Every summer, I’mma shine, Ferragamo wit' the sign
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| California for the gas, Arizona for the pine
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| Mamacita wit' the eyes, margarita wit' the lime
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| I know they say that beauty skin deep but I just wanna get inside
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| I remember pimp didn’t have a pot to piss in
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| Now my opposition just a box of fishes
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| Now they coppin' tickets just to watch and listen
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| Now my awesome vision to the boss and bitches
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| Gotta watch for snitches, it’s a cold game
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| Fuck a piece, I want the whole thing
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| Got my nigga wit' me on the private jet
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| Call that mothafucka Soul Plane
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| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot
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| Money is the root of all evil, are you
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| Born to win but built to lose
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| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway
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| Anyway, let these niggas know I’m a fuckin' renegade
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| If you take a shot, boy, you gon' fade away
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| Yeah, my head hot and I don’t want no lemonade
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| Catch you on the block--brrr!--wit' that pepper spray
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| And my bomb detonate, pussy nigga, you ain’t safe
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| Catch a body, not a case, me and Spodee in the race
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| While ya ho give me the face, blowin' best by the 8
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| Yeah, a nine for a nine and a toot for a toot
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| Money is the root of all evil, are you
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| Born to win but built to lose
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| Let these muhfuckas know I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Washin' down my sins wit' my fuckin' Hennessy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy
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| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| I’m gonna get it anyway, anyway
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| Always gotta ride on my fuckin' enemy |