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Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah |
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Yeah nigga, yeah |
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Yeah nigga |
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I'm a paper chaser, my glock I'll fire it |
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You know what it is |
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The moment you expired I handle my biz |
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I make somethin' outta nothin' |
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You fuck with the kid |
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You bound to get shot frontin' |
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I'm a paper chaser, my glock I'll fire it |
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You know what it is |
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The moment you expired I handle my biz |
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I make somethin' outta nothin' |
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You fuck with the kid |
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You bound to get shot frontin' |
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You got that big body Benz, ha |
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You find the bitch that you want |
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You just treat her and her friend, ha |
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You don' fucked up that coke, ha |
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Them niggas mad as a mothafucka |
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They finna get you smoked, ha |
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They outside where you rest, ha |
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Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest, ha |
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It's hot you wearin' your vest, ha |
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It's summer time and you can't even go out |
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Nigga you stressed, ha |
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They talkin' about you in the hood, ha |
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They sayin' yo ass can't come around |
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You sayin' you could, ha |
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That bitch flip gave you the boot, ha |
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She ain't fuckin' nigga with you |
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'Cause you ain't got no loot, ha |
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Ain't nothin' left for you to do, ha |
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So you back in the hood with your pistol ready to shoot, ha |
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It won't be long before you dead, ha |
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Niggas paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now |
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I'm a paper chaser, my glock I'll fire it |
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You know what it is |
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The moment you expired I handle my biz |
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I make somethin' outta nothin' |
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You fuck with the kid |
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You bound to get shot frontin' |
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I'm a paper chaser, my glock I'll fire it |
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You know what it is |
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The moment you expired I handle my biz |
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I make somethin' outta nothin' |
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You fuck with the kid |
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You bound to get shot frontin' |
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Yeah, it's my summer |
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Go 'head say somethin', I want you to say somethin' |
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So I can smacke the fuckin' black off you, nigga |
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I spit in yo face faggot |
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Come through there man, I can't wait man |
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Summer time we gon' mash out this year, nigga |
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I got shooters, oh my god |
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Ya' niggas don't want it with me now, man |
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The fuck man, ya'll now where I come from |
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They now what turf I was tourin' from |
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South side nigga, ride or be rode on |
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You know the rules |
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Live this summer or die this summer b |
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It's real |
