| Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I’m goin' berserk
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| She cryin', tellin' me she don’t wanna work
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| I told her she can only get what she deserve
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| Got her singin' ooh
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| She say the way I move, oh
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| Got her so confused, woah
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| Ayy, beat it up
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| Too much sauce, they gon' eat it up, ayy
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| Smash a nigga ho with a heater (Fire)
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| Deep in her guts with a nina (Brrt)
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| Kinda missed this bitch named Nina
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| But she really ain’t shit, I don’t need her
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| She was there for a nigga like FEMA
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| Pussy wet, Hurricane Katrina
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| Ayy, yeah, I got a coupe, if you wanna ride
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| The way I look at you, Bonnie to my Clyde
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| She told me to keep it real, look her in her eye
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| Hard to tell you how it feel, fuckin' with my pride
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| Skrrt skrrt, skrrt
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| Sippin' syrup (Yeah)
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| Finally getting burned, burns
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| Just know we run the turf
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| Fuck what you heard
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| Skrrt, sippin' on syrup
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| Takin' these pills to the brain, I’m sippin' that syrup
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| Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I’m goin' berserk
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| She cryin', tellin' me she don’t wanna work
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| I told her she can only get what she deserve
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| Got her singin' ooh
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| She say the way I move, oh
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| Got her so confused, woah
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| I’ma smash it 'til it hurt, bitch
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| Say she want some Perc' dick
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| Young nigga go berserk
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| Young nigga go berserk (let's go)
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| Two spots, ball like Globetrot'
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| I probably ain’t even there
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| Killin' the pussy, don’t give me the chair
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| Raf on my body, she know that it’s rare
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| Balmain with zippers, young nigga ball like the Clippers, ayy
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| Fuckin' these bitches, I cannot love her, I’m pimping
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| If you give her all your money, then you trippin'
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| 'Cause she don’t want your love, just want a million
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| She callin' me heavenly father
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| I’m with them slatts, snakes on my collar
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| I’m pullin' up where it’s a problem
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| These niggas pussy, they don’t want to solve 'em
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| I’m pushin' up broad day when they out
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| The world is ours, don’t get devoured
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| I want the check, respect, power
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| Got her on lock, it didn’t take an hour
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| Too deep in that pussy, I think I’m drowning
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| Takin' these pills to the brain, I’m sippin' that syrup
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| Break a bitch back, bitch, yeah, I’m goin' berserk
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| She cryin', tellin' me she don’t wanna work
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| I told her she can only get what she deserve
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| Got her singin' ooh
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| She say the way I move, oh
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| Got her so confused, woah |