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Yo, who the fuck is this? |
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It's like 3:30 |
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Yo, get the phone, bitch |
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You get the phone |
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Get the phone |
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You get the phone |
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Get the God-damn phone |
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Alright, damn nigga |
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Who the fuck is this? |
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It's my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the deal? |
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Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it real |
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Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels |
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I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel |
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On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil |
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Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your steel |
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Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill |
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Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up |
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Oh, did it? You know some more nigga, spit it |
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Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits |
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You probably know this nigga named Bobby |
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Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body |
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Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday |
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Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother |
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Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow |
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Made her give my man head too and swallow |
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That's neither here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet |
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Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet |
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Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat |
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Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street |
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He got four with him, some niggas from Baltimore with him |
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I'ma sure hit 'em if he come through that door with him |
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Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka |
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It don't matter, BK, muthafucka |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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And now you wanna act bold, but hold up |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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But hold up |
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I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out |
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Made two phone calls, bring the pros out |
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Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt |
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We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out |
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You know Deez is down to click off eights |
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By the way, son, you know that bitch off Gates |
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I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy |
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Fake weave, big ass with the G-3 |
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I know that chick, her real name Hillary |
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Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby |
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There's somethin' right now about how you're grillin' me |
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Don't tell me she fuck with the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin' me |
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No bullshittin', that's who that nigga be hittin' |
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Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin' |
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Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees |
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Fuck breakin' in the crib, nigga, I got the keys |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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And now you wanna act bold, but hold up |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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But hold up |
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I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin' |
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Souped up talkin', dead men walkin' |
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Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin' |
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But cock-blockin', I squeeze often |
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While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in |
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No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin' |
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Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin' |
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One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin' |
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Yo, nigga, you know the drill, gees up |
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Marcy, where we from niggas, don't freeze up |
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Lovin' the sound of my nigga bustin' the pound |
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When he open that door, don't be fuckin' around |
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Right about then I heard the doorknob turn |
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My man gettin' wild, almost dropped the burn |
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Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn |
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Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get concerned |
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Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm |
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Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn? |
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We all could get, got just not by you |
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And we all could get shot, just not by you |
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But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do |
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I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew |
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Out of respect, 'cause I know you that nigga |
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I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that nigga |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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And now you wanna act bold, but hold up |
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Pay attention to the scheme |
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Sauce muthafuckin' |
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You know my style |
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Comin' through, bringin' you pain |
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And now you wanna act bold |
