| Haha, yeah
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| (Love the way you do it)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Crazy, okay
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| She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God)
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| Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
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| Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
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| Mama cry (Mama cry, yeah), homicide (Homicide, yeah)
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| Do or die (Do or die), it’s just you and I (You and I)
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| Eye for an eye (Eye for an eye), life for a life (Life for a life)
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| Better chose a side (Side), 'fore I up that fire (Fire)
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| That nigga dead (Bah), one in the head (Phew)
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| Runnin' from the feds (Okay), I can’t take no fuckin' pledge (Okay)
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| I can’t run from niggas, nah (Nah), like I got no legs (Legs)
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| Murder, murder gang, couple bodies in the shed (Shed)
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| She do pilates, she off the molly, I’m all low in the head
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| They 'Luminati, all on my body, know my government (Yeah)
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| I’m in the Masi', I keep the fire on me, intelligent
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| I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence
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| She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God)
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| Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
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| Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
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| Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
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| Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
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| Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
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| Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead (Presidents dead)
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| I’m fly like a bald eagle (Bald eagle)
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| Dick in her belly like a torpedo
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| Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on)
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| You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Sing-along)
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| You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah)
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| You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along
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| You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along
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| You can join too, it’s a fuckin' sing-along (Yeah)
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| She suck my dick so well, she ain’t even teethin' (Oh my God)
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| Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
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| Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even |