| Man there’s so many niggas out here still owe me fucking money and shit mane
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Shit crazy man
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| Keep that shit though dawg
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| We still getting mo
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| (808 Mafia)
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| Yo nigga got me hot so I’ma make him hot
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| Fire his ass up
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Breaking news
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| He pronounced dead on the spot
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| I know what they say
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| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I know what they say
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| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I ain’t playing bout the money nigga Bang bang
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| Pull up on your block
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| Bang bang
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| No diamonds in my watch
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| This a plain jane
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| If you keep punching the clock
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| You get the same thang
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| I got a Bent with no top
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| That bitch nasty
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| My chain got a 100 rocks
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| That bitch flashy
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| How I made it to the top?
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| Don’t even ask me
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| I just pulled off with your thot
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| That bitch trashy
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| I fishtail off the lot
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| My shit go 200
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| Pockets full of Papa Smurfs
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| Nothing but blue money
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| Nigga hate, probably mad cause I fucked your woman (I fucked her)
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| Shorty all in your face
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| She never saw it coming
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| Yo nigga got me hot so I’ma make him hot
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| Fire his ass up
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Breaking news
|
| He pronounced dead on the spot
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| I know what they say
|
| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I know what they say
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| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I throw two fingers or two hands
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| That means gang, gang
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| I make a call to my shooters
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| That mean gang bang
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| These niggas tricking on these broads
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| That’s a shame shame
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| I did it once but won’t never do it again, again
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| I’m smoking KK so we never on the same strain
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| I’m flying private so we never on the same plane
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| It’s me and YOLO ratchet chick
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| I got her giving brain
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| Ran up on’em now the homies like
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| Don’t die kane, mane
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| My new car insane
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| I’m in the ghost, getting ghost
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| Out here switching lanes
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| And if a nigga act tough
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| Then my niggas spray
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| They don’t care they hitting everything that’s in the way
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| Taylor Gang
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| Yo nigga got me hot so I’ma make him hot
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| Fire his ass up
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Breaking news
|
| He pronounced dead on the spot
|
| I know what they say
|
| But know what I say?
|
| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I know what they say
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| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I don’t rock with you niggas like that-aaa
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| Breako to the head
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| Come up off them recordaaas
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| Barrell to the stomach
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| Chopper blowing out his back-aaa
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| Pull like moves if the walls to my backaaa
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| Then I’ma creep at a low speed
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| Chopper what you gone see
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| Fire out them AK barrels the last thing you gone see
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| If I’m masked up then you got a better chance of living
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| If I’m bird faced then
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| It’s just according to how I’m feeling
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| You niggas like hoes
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| You like to argue and fuss
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| I raise up that fire stick I’ma let it buss
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| Find your body somewhere like some rock cocaine
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| Shot him in the head
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| Brains, hanging like a chain
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| Yo nigga got me hot so I’ma make him hot
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| Fire his ass up
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Make his body rock
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| Breaking news
|
| He pronounced dead on the spot
|
| I know what they say
|
| But know what I say?
|
| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I know what they say
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| But know what I say?
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas
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| I say, fuck them niggas |