| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Motherfuck you
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| I’m hip to these bustas, these boys ain’t cool
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| You marks gonna get hit
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| And coming at you
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| a girl, the way you gossip
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| I know you ain’t
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| But I can’t figure out if
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| It’s official
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| what you gone do?
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| And your hatred gone catch you slipping
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| Chumps, mad cause I’m stinging
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| They wanna take away my shine cause I’m blinging
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| Boys
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| So bring it on
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| My fingers
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| It stays work grind
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| I don’t care if you’re a rapper, trick
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| I show love for
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| on you I mash
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| Matter of fact, like the rest of these boys
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| bring your toys
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| That’s what I thought
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| Now what you wanna say?
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| You bustas ain’t foolin nothing
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| See I knew
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| You boys are punks and now it’s time for me to dump
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| These little ones out the chamber
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| And leave you so, no one to claim ya
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure
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| Boys, they know
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| And you marks gone feel me for sure |