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It's only mandatory |
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The rap game ain't never bore me |
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MC's they try to fore me |
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Mother****ers is mostly glory |
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I hit 'em with venom |
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Let the venom hit 'em |
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Wait 'till the venom hit 'em |
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King cobra, straight dola |
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Ticky ticky time bomb |
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It's just like napon |
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I chill with player's and rap god's and shere khan's |
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Man first I rev 'em up |
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Smear 'em up |
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And then I tear 'em up |
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Catch 'em slippin' |
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While cookin porkchops in the kitchen |
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[Hook] |
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This game is so cold and man you cant tell |
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It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell |
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There ain't no O.R. and man there ain't no bail |
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It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell |
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[Verse 2] |
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It's so symplistic |
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Hot of god look on the gifted |
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Nigga here's your ticket |
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Come on in better hide your biscuit |
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Mind full of doja |
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Freaks they wanna know ya |
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Cops pull you over |
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With a angel on your shoulder |
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Hey, shit, you better stop bitch |
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You want some paper bitch |
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You better pull a caper bitch |
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It's just like trinity |
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Double glock scared of that enemy |
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Fifteens a penalty |
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Make you step back for infinity |
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Get your dough homie |
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Perfect you shoe homie |
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And when you roll homie |
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Then get your dough homie |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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They call me Nicky |
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Half ounce of that sticky |
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Freak said she wanna get with me |
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Back up bitch |
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It's like tiger prawns and caviar |
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Doin 110 in a foreign car |
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Keep your mackin up the par |
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Keep your stackin up the par |
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Yo! it's just like livin' it up |
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Yo! it's just like givin' it up |
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Yo! it's just like tippin' it up, flippin' it up |
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Crippin' it up, rippin' it up Yo! |
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[Hook] - 2x |
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Please |
