| Bitch! |
| Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
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| Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t come on a word
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| Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime
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| So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage
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| I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth
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| If you’re a rat you should’ve died as a mouse
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| The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings
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| Drop codeine in my punch, I’m 'bout to take a swing
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| If niggas thinkin' I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin' cap off
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| I get blood out these pussies, I’m a stinking t&on
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| This for my niggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless
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| Got bitches fallin' like august, can sell that bullshit to a tourist
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| My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam &Eve
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| I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
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| I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
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| Hit his mama address then send his parents his head
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| I play with pussy, not these niggas
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| Crucify these niggas
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| Kidnap 'em call their boss so ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas
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| Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
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| To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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| (Wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| (I'm wit you!)
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| I ain’t never been dumb my nigga
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| Or sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it
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| Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it
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| Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin' rounds wit it
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| I’m cold, don’t believe me, just ask yo bitch
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| I swear she know her legs up high
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| She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
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| I’m stupid, ask Tunechi and them
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| Let me tell you a little something 'bout me
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| I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
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| Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
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| I’m thrown, no catchin' me
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| These niggas in the game — so sad to me
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| I’m sure no one would care we
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| Just put them out their misery
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| But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
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| Leave home with no heat, uh uh
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| Can nigga talk bullshit of records and see 'em in public
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| And they never do nothing
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| You violator, demonstrations I’ma
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| Put niggas up under, wherever we want
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| I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
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| I’m mowin' my bag, the purple mohana
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| Get after my girl and it’s round whatever
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| So don’t be struck down when you seein' me nigga
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| Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie
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| You ready for war, you 'bout that like really
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| You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
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| See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
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| Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me
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| Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| (Talk to 'em!)
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Uh, pussy money weed with me
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| Before you judge me I plead guilty
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| I wish a nigga would, I won’t get a splinter
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| Just bought a chicken, 'bout to break it down into chicken tenders
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| This block booming, I’m not human
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| My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'
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| One giant leap for mankind
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| I’m high as moon men, how have you been?
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| Gun ain’t on my waist
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| But it ain’t that far away
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| I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay
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| Here today, gone today
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| I play with pussy, not these niggas
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| Crucify these niggas
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| Kidnap 'em call their boss so ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas
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| Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
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| To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me |
| Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true
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| Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do
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| These niggas ain’t King, these niggas ain’t Tune
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| Got the game locked up, covered every angle
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| Got the outside, inside, middle lane too
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| All sold up nigga, hold up nigga
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| Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
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| Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
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| We’ll hit that bitch come pull up
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| Hair head and shoulders up cover hole up in here
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| With the legs hanging out, is she dead? |
| Just about
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| Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house
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| We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's
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| And go do a show for 250
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| We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
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| These niggas want trouble? |
| I’m bringing it with me
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| (I'm with you!)
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| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| In the van got 100 gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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| They ain’t fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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| No, they ain’t fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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| Yo T.I.
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| They ain’t fuckin' with us pimp
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| Ahhh!
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| My bad I didn’t mean to scream.
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| Sorry |