| Pussy ass nigga
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| Woo
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| Maybach with the curtains, and it’s perfect like my momma, yeah
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| Slatt
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| I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
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| I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
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| I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
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| I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin' dead opps
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| I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way
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| Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
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| Niggas be talking that gunplay
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| Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
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| I hang with the killers and murderers
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| Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
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| Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells
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| Yeah, Murakami on my body
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| I pop Oxys, not no
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| King of the hills, father figures
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| Just like lakes, word to Bobby
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| Speak of the hills, I keep me a Tommy
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| Bitch, I’m a dad, but don’t call me daddy
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| We got them rows, we shoot at your body
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| She fuck around, she off of the molly
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| I just popped a perky for you hating niggas, fuck you at
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| I’m so high, be so upset
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| I’m so up, no, I’ma jet
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| I’m so up, Obama check
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| Bitch, I blow up, Osama, yeah
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| Maybach with the curtains and it’s perfect like my momma, yeah
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| I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
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| I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
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| I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
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| I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin' dead opps
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| I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way
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| Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
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| Niggas be talking that gunplay
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| Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
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| I hang with the killers and murderers
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| Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
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| Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (Hey, God)
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| I’m a red God
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| Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot
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| Had that bitch take the red eye
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| Smokin' dope, I got red eyes
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| I’m high as hell, yeah, high as hell, like God…
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| I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
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| I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
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| I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
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| I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin' dead opps
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| I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way
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| Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
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| Niggas be talking that gunplay
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| Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
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| I hang with the killers and murderers
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| Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
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| Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells |