| I’m coming through the front, I ain’t worried 'bout shit
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| Trying to harm me I leave his ass like a tip
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| I’mma tell you now, I’mma twist him like a hip
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| Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout none of you here
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| Bitch, I only rap just to let you niggas hear
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| And when we do a show your fan base disappear
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| Bitch, I ain’t lying I’ma keep it sincere
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| Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?
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| Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer
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| Get hit too, shit bitch might as well
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| I don’t even talk all a ho do is tell
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| I’m standing on a boat finna set the damn sail
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| I burn incense because my brain likes the smell
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| She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell
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| I ain’t say, «Come,» but she at the hotel
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| Fuck a nigga mean? |
| Me and my niggas don’t be fucking with niggas
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| We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas
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| Or whoever with you
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| I pull up to my nigga then’ll spark
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| Blunts already rolled what the fuck a nigga thought?
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| East Memphis streets still burning damn hot
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| Police might as well live up on the damn clock
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| That’s why I stay in the goddamn house
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| On the damn couch while I eat take-out
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| Text T.A. |
| when the weed run out
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| Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out
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| I be on the beach feeling like a bird now
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| Smoking on a ounce on the roof of the house
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| Master Roshi tried to kick a nigga out
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| 'Cuz I had a sack I ain’t tell his ass about
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| Bitch you fucking know what the fuck do we about
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| Hollow Squad Blunts don’t never fade out
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| (BITCH!) |