| Bitches mellow and I’m Melo when you know just where I be
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| Chopper make ‘em shake like jello, now that nigga gotta beat
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| Red tape up on the scene, tell that nigga rest in peace
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| We been paper chasin', nigga, all we do is count the green
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| Lotta bitches clappin' ass when we pull up on the scene
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| Heard she fucking for a fee but that ho gon' fuck for free
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| Heard she got a boyfriend but she stay fuckin' with me
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| Bitch, get down up on your knees before you try to talk to me
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| She keep blowin' up my phone, steady sayin' that she really tryna fuck with me
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| ‘Cause her last nigga was broke and that pussyboy couldn’t pay the fee
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| I can really get a nigga going, all that shit really take is one G
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| Got these blue faces in my pocket and none of these bitches comin' off-beat
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| A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
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| Ain’t none of these bitches is fuckin' with me (K, K)
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| H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
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| Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z (Hell no)
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| Ayy, A-B-C these nuts, only make-up can make me blush
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| Niggas ain’t no shit
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| Walk in, I don’t give a fuck, heavy stepper on ret' chucks
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| I pop a nigga like diet coke, SevenUp mixed with some crush
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| But I’ma also spin the block, when I’m out the Glock and I’ma do a nigga so
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| dirty
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| But I got a nervous driver, had to ask this nigga «Why the fuck your hands
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| ain’t sturdy?»
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| Keep like two things in my bra, fool a nigga quick like my titties perky
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| And these niggas ain’t really doin' numbers, they view count matchin' their
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| jersey
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| I mean, I stir tea but let me keep it quiet, these bitch niggas might start a
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| riot
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| Pull up to the crib, now they at the hideout, I should air that bitch but I’m
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| not a pilot
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| But I’m ten toes down, no money here now but you know a bitch crossin' her
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| fingers
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| This that big drip, I can sing, shit, why you still lookin' like the sprinklers,
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| ayy
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| A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
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| Ain’t none of these bitches is fuckin' with me (K, K)
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| H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
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| Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z (Hell no)
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| None of these bitches is fuckin' with me
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| Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this shit all the way to Z |