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Verse 1 (Skandalous) |
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Motherfuckers they wanna test me |
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Pull out the blunt nigga |
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I'll wreck your shit |
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I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit |
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Don't know who to trust with my shit |
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I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with |
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Who you stepping with, |
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Skandalous fucking dangerous |
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Bitches brains |
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I bust, feel the lust in |
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God we trust |
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Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to |
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God cause you done lost your grace |
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Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face |
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I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? |
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As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead |
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Never ask forgiveness told the |
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Lord to give me grace |
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You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face |
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Blood all over the place |
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I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping |
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I know my destiny cause |
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I can hear the devil knocking |
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I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe |
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I numb them bodies and play my fucking game |
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I sold my soul at an early age |
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And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage |
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My eyes in a daze |
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Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep |
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I see the visions coming |
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Is juices running when ya done in |
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Fear only make me curious, |
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I'll never be afraid |
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But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga theydead |
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Crack scarfs for my fucking glory |
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Talking shit up in my territory |
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Another day another world's sad story |
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Verse 2 (Steph) |
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Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block |
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Pop pop goes the glock |
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I bring more nightmare than |
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HitchcockGet ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard |
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Its your final call bitch |
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I'll smoke you like menthol |
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Fuck all you bitches |
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I'm putting you in them bodybags |
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Tagging toes, nigga drive slow |
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Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese |
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Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues |
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Freeze your whole coalition |
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Strapped with ammunition |
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Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads |
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This figure from head to toe |
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Labeled as a |
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Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your |
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Lexus door |
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But fuck it |
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I'm through with the fairytales |
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Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail |
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Who gone prevail when |
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I exhale on you small scale |
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Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers |
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Spit the facts |
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I'm bout the |
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Lex and the |
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AcMy verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat |
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You hoes ain't fucking with that |
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Or this, cause |
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I piss on competition |
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And have all you hoes in submission |
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Trying to recondition your stilo |
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Lyrical nino |
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I sling rhymes like kilos> |
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From here to |
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Puerto Rico |
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One other sequel from the infamous unseen |
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Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine |
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Verse 3 (Mia X) |
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Cause she up to schemes |
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Tired of chasing apple pie dreams |
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Mint greens is all |
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I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than |
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April showers |
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Followe by your second line of flowers |
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I devour competition, causing complete submissions |
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Cooks more dope in my kitchen |
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Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls |
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Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed |
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Boss chick you don't want to see her |
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Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters |
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Mia's right and left well known with the clout |
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To wire your mouth, knock your grill out |
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That's what this here be bout |
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So you can doubt what |
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I'm saying and run that lip |
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Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit |
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Too much to deal with |
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I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man |
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And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands |
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My flow so grand it make the beats say damn |
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Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler |
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But I sees nothing but dollars |
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Feminist power |
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My lyrics knocking like a |
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KL beatIt be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her |
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Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4 |
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How they still need a ladder to face this hoe |
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For sure, cause |
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I be living for the drama |
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The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion |
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