| What’s hannin' bitch?
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| Betcha cain’t do it like me
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| Haha
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| Bitch, its Nasty!
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| Look
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| These bitches be frontin', they don’t know hustlin'
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| Don’t gangbang, bitch I be duckin'
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| Outside with the squad we on beat bussin'
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| Investigation be quiet, say nothin'
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| Mobbin' in public, I ain’t change shit
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| My teeth and my chain match the gold on my wrist
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| Don’t rap bout that life if that ain’t what you live
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| Why you actin' like a child and you far from a kid
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| Long nights in my cell man I write my own shit
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| Kidnappin hoes like I’m on some home alone shit
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| I’m the only V-Nasty like some «never clone» shit
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| You could crown me the king, bitch I’m on my throne shit
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| Hunnid k in my closet, double that, what I sleep on
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| You bitches pawns in the game Ima be on, you could be gone
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| I hope you ready, bitch its going down
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| Its goin' down, its goin' down
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| I’m in ya city, bitch, its goin' down
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| I’m mobbin, I’m, I’m ridin', we slidin'
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| And we slidin' in a bitch its goin' down
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| It’s goin down, its goin down!
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| I kill a bitch quick she want another round
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| I’m up top, she in the ground
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| You say you goin' loud, well I don’t hear a sound |