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I smoke and get high like Project Pat |
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Leave a nigga in the trap like a project rat |
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You wanna fuck with my money bust a hole through ya hat |
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And leave you rotting in the sewer, you the water on tap |
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Cause me and my bitches don't play no more |
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Bum rush a nigga while he picks the juice at the store |
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Get him for his Christian Diors and Mauri gators |
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Niggas called the cops so he said \"Come in, chasers\" |
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Jesting every fucking skater for his skateboard |
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Wearing BBC denim, nigga, I'm a take yours |
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I'm a shake floors in my dry denim jeans |
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Black tee, black hair, and my lip gloss clean |
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I move like scene when I dip across the abstract |
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Got makeup leave the ticket on the dash |
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I'm looking for the cash cause I'm tryna' cop the double-trunks |
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Boys act stupid so you know I've got to double-bump |
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You're a woman like no other |
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You lift me when I'm down and blue |
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You make me care for you every day |
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There's no other in my life but you |
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Yeah, yeah |
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You're man like no other |
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You lift me when I'm down and blue |
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You make me care for you every day |
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There's no other in my life but you |
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Yeah, yeah |
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You like the way Sevens stay up on my hip |
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But the nigga don't never got something in they clip |
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Grip-grip got the chrome zip aimed at your lip |
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Never seen a young bitch pop like this |
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Yup, and the niggas really like this |
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Nameplate in the middle of my nice tits |
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Diesel and I'm higher than your flight is |
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On Verde day y'all playin' where the kites is |
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Stay steamin' where the sites is |
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Y'all bitches still gleaming at the prices |
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See through females like a psychic |
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She's mad cause her man wanna pipe this |
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She could fuck around and get chopped into slices |
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Body parts in the gutter where the crap dice is |
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And that one'll be a cold case |
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They found her head, it was missing her whole face |
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See I'm a scratch city |
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And I reach for the tech and spray |
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I spray just like Air Wick and Glade |
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But you won't smell white lilies and sage |
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Wow this little girl sounds insane |
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I've been listening to Wayne and piffing up the brain |
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Long black weave and a few gold chains |
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Semi-automatic and some real good brain |
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You're a woman like no other |
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You lift me when I'm down and blue |
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You make me care for you every day |
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There's no other in my life but you |
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Yeah, yeah |
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I spit heavy on the beat like I'm tryna' get the taste out |
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Them other niggas on it like they got the cake mouth |
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Seventeen, been hot since I came out |
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Got every whack rapper shaking like a change pouch |
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I make out then I send a nigga's face off |
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Then to the left, boy you gotta break out |
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Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you |
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And the fifth will leave pool on the floor with you |
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Bitches better get like me |
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Fuck love I keep a couple tricks up my sleeve |
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So when one leaves another nigga's in the elevator |
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So take the stairs, not the elevator |
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You're a woman like no other |
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You lift me when I'm down and blue |
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You make me care for you every day |
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There's no other in my life but you |
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Yeah, yeah |