| Fell in love with the guap, sold my soul for the guap
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| If he talkin' crazy, I’mma go and let off fifty shots
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| You not my friend, bitch you my enemy, no you cannot hang with me
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| No you can’t take xans with me, no you cannot bang on me
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| I asked Satan for a new Tec-9
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| He told me, «son, just stay in your prime»
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| Yeah
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| I can’t hang with pussies, they gon' snitch
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| Big, big bro Marc got holes with hollow tips
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| Run off and we dumpin' extra shit
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| Got a car full of guns and they all extended clips
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| Flexed up, Jun Takahashi
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| Fucked up if you try to rob me
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| This bitch wanna fuck me highkey
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| That lil bitch came over, sucked me sloppy
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| One phone call, get you set up
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| It’s so scary how them Glocks, they never let up
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| Diamonds dancin' on me, it’s so rough
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| Ridin' 'round with the cameras like Snow On Tha Bluff
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| Fell in love with the guap, sold my soul for the guap
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| Boy talkin' crazy, I’mma go and let off fifty shots
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| Fell in love with the guap, sold my soul for the guap
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| Boy talkin' crazy, I’mma go and let off fifty shots
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| Sold my soul for the guap, sold my soul |
| Sold my soul for the guap, sold my soul
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| Sold my soul for the guap, sold my soul
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |