| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well
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| I don’t feel too well, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well
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| Pneumonia in my nails
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| I drip in Chanel
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| Underdog, gon' give 'em hell
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| Beat the pussy 'til it’s pale
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| Fuck her, make her yell
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| Countin' all this green, my kale
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| You got old bread, bitch, you stale
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| How you ridin' and you tell?
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| Everyone for themselves, man, this world so cold
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| And my wrist so cold, man, I’m sick, I got a cold
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| Need a fuckin' mink coat, yeah, huh
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| Pour me up a four like I got a strep throat
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| Huh, I don’t feel too well (Too well)
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| Rolex on me sick, it don’t feel too well (Too well)
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| If you gang, throw it up, we don’t feel too well (Feel too well)
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| Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don’t feel too well (Feel too well)
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| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well
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| I don’t feel too well, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well (Lil' Tory)
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| I’m the shit, and no, it ain’t no biggie, ayy
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| Best believe it, bitch, this ain’t no Ripley
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| My shooters shootin', askin', «Is he dead?»
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| We left that boy the color Trippie dreads
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| All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah
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| Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah
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| Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah
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| Made a million, screaming, «Hell yeah»
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| Bad lil' bitch and she Brazilian
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| Took her out to eat Italian
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| Fucked your bitch and she should tell ya
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| Fucked your bitch and she said, «Hell yeah»
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| Fucked your bitch and she said, «Hell yeah»
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| Took the bitch into a newer lane
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| Shitted on your jeweler, new manure
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| How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
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| Popping on your bitch, I’m doing things
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| Popping on your bitch, I’m doing things
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| Got the red diamond shining, blue Range
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| I’ma pull up on him with his boo thang
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| Yeah, mine ringing, switching, switching colors on 'em, baby
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| But it’s not a mood ring
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| I done kept this shit hotter than Blue Flame
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| And these sucker niggas make my mood change
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| Cop all them niggas, they under me
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| They down to shoot when it come to me
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| That’s all I keep in my company
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| That’s all I keep in my company
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| Huh, I don’t feel too well (Too well)
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| Rolex on me sick, it don’t feel too well (Too well)
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| If you gang, throw it up, we don’t feel too well (Feel too well)
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| Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don’t feel too well (Feel too well)
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| Mama hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well
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| I don’t feel too well, yeah
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| I don’t feel too well, I don’t feel too well |