| Okay, babe, them niggas be tellin' you lies and you listen a lot
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| Quick, hop off the porch with the Glock
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| In the back seat with the K and it’s cocked (Woah)
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| Click, hundred round clip, pop (Bang)
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| Leave a nigga face right there with the rocks (Bitch)
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| Okay, cool, hold on lil' baby, you know how many hoes on my cock?
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| Pity the fool (Hold up)
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| Stupid lil' bitches don’t know when enough is enough, what is to do? |
| (Hold up)
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| I’m seeing right through 'em, they know when I’m callin' they bluff, ooh,
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| seeing right through 'em
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| These niggas, they pussy, they run when the going gets tough, hold up,
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| seeing right through 'em
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| Need me a lil' baby who gon' top me
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| On top of the world, who’s going to top me?
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| Snuck inside this bitch with a Glocky (Yeah-yeah)
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| Bust right at his feet and leave him knock-kneed (Woah, woah)
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| I know the road can get a lil' rocky (Yeah)
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| Why the streets wanna 2Pac me? |
| (Woah)
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| I don’t fuck with niggas like a Nazi (Oh, yeah)
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| I’ma keep going, no one can stop me (Woah)
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| (What? What? What?) |