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[Intro] Top |
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Shelf (coughing) (shit) [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] |
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I'm chilling, literally |
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My neck is glittery |
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Niggas got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh) |
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While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected |
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I hear that bitch moaning |
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Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah) |
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Niggas talkin' diss and when |
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I know they are respected |
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Put they hoes and friends on my guest list |
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That wasn't directed, all you can do is accept it, or |
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I will intercept it |
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And throw it back to left bitch, the first nigga she slept with |
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We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list |
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Whats the point of death when niggas can exist in whats destined? |
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I took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (POP!) |
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They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (Brrroooop) |
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But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration |
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Just, pucker lips and suck a dick, as |
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I'm meditating |
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Escaping from emancipation, doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh!) |
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Been a couple of months since |
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I turned the block (Eeerrmm!) |
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I kill niggas you can call me homicidal, |
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I'm married to the game |
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Nigga shes my bridal, wife and |
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I will love her for life |
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Well all I know is me and |
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MellowHype, brothers for life |
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And we don't give a shit about your problems mutha' ****as' (**** yall' niggas) |
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Go run about it or solve them mutha' ****as' |
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We ain't ****in' with yall' (nigga!) |
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We ain't ****in' with yall' [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] |
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**** everybody else, all |
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Hodgy need is |
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Left Break it down on the stoop, rollin' up on the stairs |
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Smokin' up a lotta' weed, |
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Chillin' with |
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Domo G Buying dog for the feed, |
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MellowHigh till |
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I read R.I. |
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P on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid |
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Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit |
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But that ain't meanin' much, |
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Bitch nigga meet em' up |
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I shoot him with - |
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In his face and leave his - |
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Poppin' rubberbands (what!?) |
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Poppin' rubberbands (what!?) |
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Wolf Gang run tonight nigga mutha' **** your clan |
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Gettin' money payin' uncle sam |
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On the canvas cam, wait till |
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I paint the sand (Yeea!) |
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On the beach, on the atlas where ya' hands can't reach (Yeea!) |
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Pay for my hotel ticket, she gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea!) |
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Bought my car, only broke niggas lease, |
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I got your bitch on a leash |
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And her perfume on my fleece, |
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Shes sweet like reecees [X2] |
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You know we takin' shots (what?!) |
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Know we takin' shots (what?!) |
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Empty the clip, reload that bitch(Brrrrrroooop) |
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Know we takin' shots, |
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Niggas know we takin' shots |
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Know we takin' shots (what?!) |
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Empty the clip, reload that bitch |
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Know we takin' shots (We ain't ****in' with yall') (We ain't ****in' with yall') |
