| Before I tell, kill me twice, nigga, know the reasons
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| Right on the tip of my tongue
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| Ayo, I been locked up about a hundred seasons (Ah)
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| Turned two to five, it was pure genius
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| Saint Laurent jean suit, heard the Margielas screeching (Skrrt)
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| Go to B block, you know Doc got the seasoning
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| Pole by the prayer rug, leave it (Ah)
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| Now we gon' break fast, Louis for the remix
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| Ten o’clock count, we make Salaat up in Neiman’s
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| Five times a day, I did a hundred in a Bimmer (Skrrt)
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| Right on the tip of my tongue
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| Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough (Brr)
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| Did it broad day, so you know it’s us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom)
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| Going down Bailey in the Maybach (Skrrt)
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| Kicked down the door, where the safe at? |
| (Ah)
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| Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough (Brr)
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| Did it broad day, so you know it’s us
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| Going down Bailey in the Maybach (Skrrt)
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| Kicked down the door, where the safe at? |
| (Ah)
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| Right on the tip of my tongue (Flygod)
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| Ayo, the saboteur going shopping
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| We ain’t wanna kill him, all we wanna do is rob him (Ah)
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| Back when Hitler 3 dropped, you was in the mountain
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| On the dance floor it’s creased Timbs, white Louboutins
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| C.O. |
| Jones let us get the pack through
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| Need to use the phone, I’ma need a thousand mackerels
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| Con Air, we was all shackled up from PA
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| Rockin' Off-White, I told 'em Virgil was the DJ
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| Right on the tip of my tongue
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| Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough
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| And I’m, AWESOME |