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Yeah, yes sir |
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The new nigga, where the **** did he come from? |
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I got all these niggas shocked, stun gun |
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And there will never be a nigga I run from |
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Pussy nigga speed dial 9-1-1 |
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I walk around wit' my chin up |
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Fresh and cold, it's winter |
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Neck filled with more juice than a ****ing bar mitzvah |
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That's what I deserve, I be ridin' round in that Hertz |
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'Cause a nigga tryin' to kill me |
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I will **** around and whack him first, yeah |
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Then and there, she dissed me |
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But I just saw your girlfriend with |
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She know I ain't Pepsi but that bitch still tryna qench me |
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When I'm hungry, I eat this beat |
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'Cause that's just my killer instinct |
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Bars on bars on bars, I lock you niggas up, I got plenty |
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Niggas ain't see me early, ayy |
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Diss me, nigga I dare you 'cause |
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All these niggas is fake as that jewelry they be wearin', uh |
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Gut top the whip, now I'm ridin' in the caucus |
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Fresh hat above my head like I'm thankin' Arby's |
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I'm rollin' with some Barbie hoes, they love them whip, cardio |
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I drive these bitches crazy up until I Peter Parker, ho |
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She Spider-Man, saw me on the web, want me to fly her in |
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She told you that she only like girls, nigga try again |
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Exception for tonight though, she gon' pop it for the new dude |
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Kicks match my pull-over, I had to cop 'em, woop woop |
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Tell them hoes when the train on me, they legs gon' be, "Choo choo" |
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I'm crazy, coo coo, they like "Maybe," I'm like, "Coo, coo" |
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Heh, new rules, my game, never changes |
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My hoes be light skin, my phone book, yellow pages, hehe |
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That was crazy, she black and white, immigration |
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She goes to South America, she could rock as Venezuela |
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I'm new, I'm sick, my crib should be an incubator |
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My flow on incinerator, make yo' box incinerate ya |
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I'm in the buildin', renovator |
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I will not befriend a hater |
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**** the world, penetrate her |
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Life's a bitch, inseminate her |
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All you niggas jealous, they still runnin' on the track |
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But in person, you out of breath |
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Like you just did a hundred laps, nigga |
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I can do a hundred reps in one night |
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Bitch, I'm Mister Claus |
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Slidin' down your chimney, skip the tree and I'm gon' get you, bro |
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No, I wouldn't get involved 'cause I can be an asshole |
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If these wack niggas want beef, I got my last ho |
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Niggas need to ask, yo, and know so |
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Last young niggas make it rain over and over, snow globe |
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Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hol' up, least I kill these poachers |
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I don't give a damn, can't nobody **** my flow up |
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Put yo' head in the briefcase, and mind yo' own business, shit |
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My mama told me tell you mind yo' goddamn mother****in' business, bitch |
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Young mama, what's in yo' drink? I think I'ma finish it |
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Tonight when we sexing, you gon' think that I invented it |
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Bitch, I'm making bangers for the industry |
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Tell somebody **** with me |
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Tell somebody can't nobody **** with me, I'm too cold |
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[Outro] |
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Yeah, haha, hehe, tell 'em that I do this man, this what I do man, this what I does! Hehe, nah, I ain't on no cocky shit though. But for real, I just want love, hehe. Everybody's ****in' with me man. I'm dropping bangers |
