| How the fuck is you a shooter?
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| Ayy, ayy no discipline in his movement
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| Ayy, ain’t no thought in his execution
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| That’s why you niggas out here losing
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| Ya whole squad full of snoozies
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| Yeah, I’m up early, he’s still snoozing
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| How that’s your shooter, and he snoozing
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| My niggas up here eating before the breakfast made
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| Yeah, hop out the shower my bitch got the bed made
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| I’m smoking good, she say his shit just make her head ache
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| Hold up bitch wait, does that mean I take the cake?
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| She said «Yeah, take it shake it anyway it your way, everywhere today’s your
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| birthday»
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| We at the strip club throwing up that fetti
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| Let that confetti frey, we winnin' everyday
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| Bitch, when I pull up they declare the mayday
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| I pull up put my blunts in the air like a Nae Nae
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| She say «Where do we go from here?»
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| I say «That way»
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| She look back, face full of tears, but that don’t faze me
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| Bitch |