| The same game an the lames
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| And the same hoes
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| How you gone change on a nigga
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| Who’d change clothes, witya
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| Bussin down P’s, goin at our top together
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| I use to feel like we would rock forever
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| (My Dawg)
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| Now I just see you and our opps together?
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| We was just bussin our glocks together
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| (My Dawg)
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| She my hoe, she yo hoe, she our hoe cool
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| Took a loss, now you rock with some more dudes
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| We was just coming wit plots together
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| I used to feel like we would rock forever
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| (My Dawg)
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| It hurt when I’m just tryna help you right
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| Them same hoes, them same bros
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| They wasn’t stepping right
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| Them same hoes, them same bros
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| Just want reppin rights
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| Them same bros, same will fold
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| When its repping time
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| Like why the fuck my heart so cold
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| It ain’t even winter time
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| Like why the fuck I give my soul
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| You ain’t feeling mine
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| This bitch done went got wit the foes
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| Now she hitting lines
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| This bitch been down bad on that dope
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| And lost 20 pounds
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| Bitch niggas diss my name
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| To the same hoes that’s tryna fuck on me
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| I’ll give you this chain
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| Is this the only thing you lust homie
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| Never told it, never folded, never sold my ass for nothin
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| Gotta know it, niggas know it
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| Skoob ain’t never asked for nothing
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| Hunad rounds off in that semi like gimmi
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| That bitch I got him
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| Charges like after charges, I took them
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| Nigga no problem
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| I’m ride or die, I showed you loyalty
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| I fuck wit you harder than you fuck wit me
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| And that’s a problem
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| Bussin down P’s, goin at our top together
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| I use to feel like we would rob forever
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| (My Dawg)
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| Now I just see you and our opps together?
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| We was just bussin our glocks together
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| (My Dawg)
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| She my hoe, she yo hoe, she our hoe cool
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| Took a loss, now you rock with some more dudes
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| We was just coming wit plots together
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| I used to feel we would rock forever
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| (My Dawg) |