| Yeah, I’m still alive, that’s a problem, solve it
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| Come get it in blood, 'cause I spent it, fuck it
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| Shorty want a thug, yeah, she meant it, bingo
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| Bitch, I spent your grandaddy pension in Gucci
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| I talked to my pastor, he did not get through to me
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| I just fucked my ex-bitch, so I guess she not through with me
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| Shorty give me brain, give me tutoring, I needed that
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| Niggas stole my sauce 'cause they lame, yeah, I need it back
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| (Yeah!)
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| Snuck up on that nigga with a rifle (Rifle, rifle)
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| Asked him if that shit really worth dyin' for (Dyin' for, dyin' for)
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| Don’t forget that
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| 30 pound stain, fuck 'em
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| Pussy, let me get that
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| Murder on my brain, 'cause they testin', I ain’t with that
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| I got 30 reasons in this clip for you to get back
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| Shorty let me fuck, but I only hit her gift-wrapped
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| I was pushing 10 sacks, now I fuck up 10 racks
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| I need nine for nine or it’s dead, I’ma take that
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| I’ma put this eat-eat at your motherfuckin' wave cap
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| Money on the way, bet
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| I ain’t catch a break yet
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| I ain’t crack that safe yet
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| I don’t leave the crib lackin', I know it ain’t safe yet
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| Gotta get my food taste-test
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| Gotta move around with a vest
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| Thirty-popper on me, go apeshit |