| You a, you a, bad, bad (other way kids!)
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| They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch (ay, ay, ay)
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| I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
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| Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks
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| the smack, lickin up powder bags
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| Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it
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| Three in the back, and that’s not including your bitch tushy
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| Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
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| $lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck
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| In my counts, suck it up, bitch I’m fucked
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| Lead the brain, I got tar in the lungs
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| Dreads full of stank, til’ my car fuckin’
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| Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck
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| Lean the seat back as I’m swerving, I crash
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| Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black
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| I’m ash
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| Put ’em in the back, no strap in the backpack
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| Just a bunch of trash
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| Told Zac, “If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
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| Let’s just be terrorists”
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| Well punk boy let me see
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
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| I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
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| I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
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| This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac’ up)
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| Fight self-debt with no guts (no guts)
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| Voice in my head say, “Ya ain’t kill yourself!”
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| So, so, so I wrote a note
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| Hop out, Torkoal
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| Told homie make a circle
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| Fuck you when the
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| These Xanax anxiety on panic
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck! |
| I got to go!
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| I got a sixty pack waitin’ at home
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| Feel like a zombie; |
| I’m all alone
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| Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone
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| Let’s get it, get that hoe
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| Motherfucking gang (gang!)
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| I don’t damn care, aye
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| So am I right?
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
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| I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| Bitch, you a bad hoe
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| They be actin’ for a fuckin’ bitch
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| I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch
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| Triple Six |