| I done seen a lotta sunny days
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| But I still can’t forget about them dark clouds
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| Made a million dollars, still ain’t happy
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| I know this money can’t get my niggas out the casket
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| I made a million dollars, still ain’t happy
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| Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me
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| What money make a bitch do
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| You don’t know the half
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| Posted in the projects
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| I’m makin' them birds take a bath
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| Come and get your ho
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| 'Cause I’m makin' these girls take a tab
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| I’m that nigga put my city on the map
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| To the nigga that killed Ty’Corey
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| Let it die down
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| Put a bag on all of y’all, you better slide down
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| Twenty choppas in the F150, out ridin' round
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| Merry Christmas
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| We tryna see who chimney to slide down, nigga
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| Playin' with my nigga just like Russian roulette
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| Fuck her when I wanna, I don’t ask her for sex
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| I go where I wanna, nigga, show me respect
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| BMG, the mob
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| Bitch, we buy the check
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| You ain’t no shooter
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| Get the fuck up out the car, nigga
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| Police put chains on my dawg
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| But this ain’t Saw, nigga
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| We caught him at a baby shower
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| Play it raw, nigga
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| You ain’t no gangster
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| I can see that from afar, nigga
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| I been seein' dark clouds lately
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| I’m so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
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| But it’s them dark clouds that made me
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| Dark clouds
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| Dark clouds
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| I been seein' dark clouds lately
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| I’m so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
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| But it’s them dark clouds that made me
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| I just took auntie to Sunday service
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| You ain’t no gangster
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| You just slide when you be on them percy
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| Two cars swervin', sent 200 shots like Khyrie Irving
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| I’m out the dirty
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| Keep that boy away, he make me nervous
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| Buy that bitch some business 'fore I ever buy a Birkin
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| You too fine to beg me for a purse but you a serpent
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| Say you want a kilo
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| Nino meet him by the churches
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| Take a nigga pack
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| And tell him that he don’t deserve it
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| I was on my last hundred dollars, I was worthless
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| Seein' dark clouds over me, I’m hearin' voices
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| You gon' get this paper or be broke?
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| I made choices
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| Lost a couple friends and it tore my heart to darkness
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| I be seein' dark clouds
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| You ain’t no shooter
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| Get the fuck up out the car, nigga
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| Police put chains on my dawg
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| But this ain’t Saw, nigga
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| We caught him at a baby shower
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| Play it raw, nigga
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| You ain’t no gangster
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| I can see that from afar, nigga
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| I been seein' dark clouds lately
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| I’m so tired of seein' dark clouds, baby
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| But it’s them dark clouds that made me
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| Dark clouds
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| Dark clouds
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| I been seein' dark clouds lately
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| I’m so tired of seein' dark clouds, baby
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| But it’s them dark clouds that made me |