| Ain’t never going back to broke
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| I seen bands and I saw hope
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| Fuck with that then it’s smoke
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| Holy Spirit, holy smoke
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| Bought a script, ain’t prescribed
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| Fuck the law, don’t abide
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| Gnashing pills, crush and grind
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| Seeing colors, ultraviolet
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| Hating ass niggas at the end of they rope
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| Looking for anything to promote
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| Leave hoes singing like niggas on the road
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| I hit the dash after that throat
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| Text my phone, said she sober
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| Glock 19, thirty round loaded
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| Drugs kick in, you don’t know it
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| Off the wall, just don’t show it
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| Three for one and that’s a bargain
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| Big dawg, bitches barking
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| Bought more arms for the target
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| Need more arms, models walking
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| I’m from Chattan', fuck the talkin'
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| Spoiled brat, swear she bummin'
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| Shorty bad but have you bossin'
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| Fucking on niggas who ain’t 'bout no money
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| Let these niggas knock up your tummy
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| I like flawless, I like flossy
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| Body curvy, lips glossy
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| SRT, put it in sport, big engine, no exhaust
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| Ain’t never going back to broke
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| I seen bands and I saw hope
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| Fuck with that then it’s smoke
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| Holy Spirit, holy smoke
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| Bought a script, ain’t prescribed
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| Fuck the law, don’t abide
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| Gnashing pills, crush and grind
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| Seeing colors, ultraviolet
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| (BlackMayo on the beat) |