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[Hook] Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch |
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It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me |
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I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit |
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Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
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Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz |
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None of y'all niggaz, don't know |
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Jesus bitch |
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Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
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My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it |
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I'm a loc, and my loc niggaz need me bitch |
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Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
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When I'm in the club, |
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I don't see real niggaz |
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I see a bunch of wannabe's in it [Z-Ro] |
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Ain't no love, for none of y'all niggaz |
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Swear to God, fuck every one of y'all niggaz |
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I wish I could murder, every one of y'all niggaz |
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Skinny jeans corrupted, every one of y'all niggaz |
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Leave that shit up, to |
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Drake and |
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Wayne If you ain't them, then you faking mayn |
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Take it however, you wanna take it mayn |
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Some in the ground, now beneath the basement mayn |
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I know boys wonder, how |
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I made it to the top |
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I make real music, and |
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I take it to the block |
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Your flow is broke, you need to take it to the shop |
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My flow is big dick, hoes take it nonstop |
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My flow is arrogant, like fuck your verse |
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Devil in disguise, nigga fuck your church |
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Baptize your ass, and bloody up your shirt |
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Go get my money, hurry up hoe work |
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My people still waiting, on money from |
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Barack From a house to a spot, king size to a cot |
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Said it was getting better, but the shit didn't stop |
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So the women on the block, pussy full of rock |
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AR-50, I love my girl |
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Nobody here but us, |
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I love my world |
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I'm oh so jealous, don't touch my girl |
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I'll let her holla at ya, don't trust my girl |
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Yeah, who that wanna do that |
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Like run up on a nigga, that'll bust and make the crowd move back |
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Let a mo'fucker, run up on |
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Ro I promise |
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I'ma handle my bidness, and leave a fool flat |
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On his back |
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Either with these hands, or this tool |
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I pack I'm a |
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Mo City nigga, |
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I done told you that |
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I'm a general, and that's where my soldiers at for real [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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Most of y'all niggaz, just sprayed yourself |
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Like you got what you got, with no help |
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Like God, ain't got nothing to do with your wealth |
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Don't even take time, to say thanks for your help |
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I know I'm fucked up, that's why |
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I be repenting |
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Every five minutes, |
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I need to be forgiven |
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From Sunday morning service, straight to prison |
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God brought me through it, that's why |
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I'm living |
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Don't believe in him, he don't believe in you |
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He let somebody run up on you, or merk you fool |
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Then you bad, till you meet somebody worse than you |
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That shirt'll do something, you ain't think a shirt could do |
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I use to be a young asshole |
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Ain't shit changed, |
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I'm still in mash mode |
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I roll around my city, on glass fo's |
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No pockets, them ain't my pants hoe |
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What the fuck, is a relationship |
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Too much of a playa, to chase a bitch |
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I'm Mr. Ruffle, |
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I make the chips |
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You taker a shit, |
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I take a trip |
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I roll by myself, |
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I don't need a lot of people |
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But doing what |
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I do, I still feed a lot of people |
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Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot of people |
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He a lot of |
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Chrsitian, but he a lot of evil |
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You can get a win, or a mack ten |
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I want that white bitch, and her black friend |
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I'm IRS cause |
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I'm taxing, for 25 |
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K1 you rat's end |
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Telling on niggaz, you a teacher's pet |
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Never ever been in the game, a bleacher's vet |
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Two hundred and twenty three quarters so far |
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I'm balling, and |
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I ain't took a breather yet bitch [Hook] |