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Y'all know me right? |
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I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price |
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Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on |
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I'm the reason why half of y'all niggas can't |
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Even go in your moms' crib no more |
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I'm the type of bitch that leave a nigga nose stiff |
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And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift |
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'Tl the demands in all, yo can call me have shit |
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'Till y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit |
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The reason mike fucked around and moped with this bitch |
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And his Jones, little son Troy float this shit |
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I ain't causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit |
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'Cause when you spit |
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'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit |
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Know one nigga like Novacane, straight to the brain, shoot it up |
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Thinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same |
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Nigga gimme your nickname, Chyna, last name, White |
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Guaranteed to have your ass open first night |
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Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white |
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Somethin' special, not too average, baddest little thing in sight |
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I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch |
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Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price |
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Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit |
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Have ya motherfuckers believin' ya tryin' to find shit |
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Matter of fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl, Trish gal |
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Unique hit, little E and bomb bags Heroin |
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Now they assed out and the hood massed out |
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Even Rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out |
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No love |
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{Nana, Nana, I need ten dollars ,Nana |
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Baby, I can't give you no more money |
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What you mean you can't give me no money? |
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Man, boy, where's my TV? |
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Nana, I smoked the TV} |
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Uh, no love, change a few thugs, new drugs |
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Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten |
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Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps, divide crew love |
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Fuck trees, and that was OZ |
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Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds |
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Vein popped, pop shells with close sales |
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Bitches, they noses frail, got the word that coke sells |
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Huh, tip it once you could match a nigga bail |
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Huh, flip it twice you officially on, have the richest niggas fucked up |
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Kissin' your thong, mystery's on, huh, flip it three times, you straight |
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Trip on a lake, Cristal and cheese cake |
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Cock sucker, D shake, niggas flake |
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Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh |
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Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money |
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What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money? |
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The spot on Bay bridge, y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh |
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Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game, no love, no love |
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Chyna white |
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Chyna white |
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Chyna white |
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