| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid
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| Drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Say I don’t go outside unless they talkin' cash talk
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| I don’t go outside unless they talkin' back to
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| Niggas bitter, I got richer, say I’m way too hard to reach
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| I be out the way just like the fuckin' sidewalk
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| They feelin' a way and I can see it
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| Ayy, I catched the wave so they can see
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| I put my Wraith around the block 'cause I don’t want no one to see
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| I never see my opps outside, catch
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| Never ran across a drunken man who told a lie, catch
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| Niggas claim they rich, I be like, «So am I»
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| Fuck around get your ass capped, fuckin' with my BMI
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| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid
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| (Sheesh)
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| Ayy, drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Shit, I put down the drank and then I picked up again (Again)
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| I put down them Perkys then I picked 'em up again (Again)
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| I just sent my driver to come scoop you and your friends (Skrr)
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| They just wanna party, they like cocaine, they like Henn' (Yeah)
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| I pulled off some party in the backseat off the Benz (Yeah)
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| They both gettin' naughty, off the Molly once again (Yeah)
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| You feelin' dead but you live for them party once again
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| She was gave to the same streets I was raised in
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| She gave up on love 'cause she ran too impatient
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| Started doin' drugs, I savings
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| Daddy run around, she said her grandma did the raisin'
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| Thank God I saved you, saved
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| Know you’re sick and tired to hear the talk around the town about the kid
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| (Sheesh)
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| Ayy, drip on my jeans, I sure should stop by when you free so you can see it
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Got some niggas in my city tryna dow me and you know they hate to see it
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Too many Perkys in my system got me paranoid, they plottin' on the kid |