| I don’t want too many friends
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| I just want bands
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| I just want (?)
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| I keep a .2 in my hand
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| Lettin' it blam
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| I’m (?)
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| These niggas know I’m the man
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| Swear they all pussy, I swear they vagina
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| I was out sellin' them Xans
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| For designer pants and bread for my momma
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| I don’t want too many friends
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| I made friends with the llama
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| Guess I’m too old for the drama
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| Now I get everything I ever wanted
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| I don’t want too many friends
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| I just want too many commas
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| You see me ridin' in foreigns
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| I cannot be in a Honda
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| You see me I got no problems
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| You see me all in designer
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| You see me I got my bitches
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| These bitches give brain like a scholar
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| I don’t want too many homies
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| Niggas they act like they know me
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| Niggas cheese 'n macaroni
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| Rockstar, Bon Jovi
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| I used to trap outta stoley
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| I used to trap wit' my crodies
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| Free all my niggas in my jail
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| They got me feelin' so lonely
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| I don’t want too many friends
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| I just want bands
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| I just want (?)
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| I keep a .2 in my hand
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| Lettin' it blam
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| I’m (?)
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| These niggas know I’m the man
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| Swear they all pussy, I swear they vagina |
| I was out sellin' them Xans
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| For designer pants and bread for my momma
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| (Uh) |