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[Verse 1: D-WHY] |
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They say that life can be a bitch, so can my main chick |
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She always keeps it real, ironic that she got fake tits |
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She like my style, she love the hair, said I remind her of Johnny Cash |
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D, you be killin' 'em everyday, you should start wearing more black |
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I'm showin' up, I'm showin' off, she showin' out, I showed her how |
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I showed her in, I showed her down, now I gotta show her how to slow it down |
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Got a little purse, got a little dog, got a little attitude, a nice fashion sense |
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I had to put her in timeout...cause she the baddest bitch |
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My coffee black, my chick white, that coupe red, that light green |
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My haters blue, that purple stuff, her pink lips, that brown drink |
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I let 'em know, then let 'em go, got a weakness for them yellow bones |
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And if she like her white boys, tell Rihanna please hit up my phone |
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Y'all can't compete with a young motherfucker |
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Shout out to your moms, I'm a young motherfucker |
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A wise man told me, "gotta fake it 'til you make it" |
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I'm a do like Makavelli, I'm a make it 'til I fake it |
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[Hook: D-WHY] |
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Kill me now, I'm so fresh I could die |
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Hope you feel me now, dressing good, living right |
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Bury me alive, cause my outfit's suicide |
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I'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life |
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Kill me now, kill me now, honestly I can't take it |
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Kill me now, kill me now, it's gon' make me more famous |
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Kill me now, kill me now, shout out the people that I came with |
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You should see their faces, look momma I made it, kill me now |
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[Verse 2: Casey Veggies] |
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Young ho killa', rockin' chinchilla, swag worth a milli, run the whole city |
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Built it from the ground, find your sound, cause I got mine and this shit's so fly |
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I don't even know how I get so high, I'm on my grind and I just rolled by |
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Geeked up, in the discrete truck, and the trees tucked and my seat up |
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My feet up, I'm too good, I'm Hollywood, but I'm too hood |
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She molly wood and she staying up, I'm pulling up and I'm paying up |
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Walk in the store and ain't saying much, don't talk to her if she playing up |
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I drop her off at the metro bus, and beat it up like a metronome |
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In a special zone that won't break, like a special homie that won't hate |
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She feel me now, you can kill me now, when I was younger I was a special child |
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Now I'm older and I'm bolder, and I put her to sleep like potions |
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And I wake her up like Folgers, and we sailing out to the oceans |
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And I swim good, I win good, I lose some, but I fake none |
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She in a two-door with that loud bumpin' that Veggies in her system |
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Damn, yea, yea that man, come through like damn |
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Yea, I do my thing like damn, man |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: D-WHY] |
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Riding in that Beamer, thinking this could be my last trip |
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Feelin' like I'm Pac, except my Suge is a bad bitch |
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No Death Row, just kill me, no I.O.U.'s, just bill me now |
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I been around, you was around, I'm still around, you feel me now |
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Oh man ain't that life, ain't that nice, ain't that right, oh man, ain't you left, behind |
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I'm a go 'til my death, real hood like I'm from the projects |
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Get it how you live, I'm a Hot Boy, on top boy, God bless you |
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Acting real Juvenile, asking, "what would Manny Fresh do?" |
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My new bad bitch look exactly like your sister |
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Met her at a show and she asked me for a picture |
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Then took off her shirt and asked if I would kiss her |
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I said, "what about your brother?" She said, "he's a fucking loser" |
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I'm just killin' 'em, I'm playing shit, my latest shit, my greatest shit |
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My mixtapes gon' be albums, and my albums gon' be greatest hits |
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God damn, I'll kneel down, just crown me now and watch me rule |
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Assassinate the young king and have six bad bitches guard my tomb |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro: D-WHY] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Swag, swag, swag, swag |
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Kill me now, I'm so fresh I could die |
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Hope you feel me now, dressing good, living right |
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Bury me alive, cause my outfit's suicide |
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I'm so fresh I could die, man I put that on my life |