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(Bridge) |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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(Hook) |
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****** boys get shot up |
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Whack hoes get curve ye |
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6 mil in that bank ****** |
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It’s only right that I swerve ye |
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6 millie ye , |
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6 millie ye. |
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****** boys get shot up |
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Whack hoes get curve ye |
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6 mil in that bank ****** |
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It’s only right that I swerve ye |
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6 millie ye |
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6 millie ye. |
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(Verse) |
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Let all the hoes in here |
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****** boys stay out |
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Who got the work, I got the work |
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Even in that drought |
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****** boys can’t knock me |
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DT’s can’t lock me |
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I be on that doorway |
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Gonna see that poppy |
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For my ****** smoking that kesha |
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******s getting that kesha |
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I was all in that kitchen |
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I was cooking up making ethane |
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Giving fiends that medicine |
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************ called I let her in |
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Giving head for a long time |
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I’ma call her handle it |
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Always been in my swag ****** |
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Always been in my bag ****** |
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I’ll go everything like I’m trained at that ****** |
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In the past ******, you was hot in the past ****** |
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Now everything you touch mother****** trash ****** |
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I pop the bottle she twerk it right and I laugh ****** |
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That 6 mil, that 6 mil in the stash ****** |
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If you owe me then I need that and that cash ****** |
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Her body crazy can’t paint a picture that ass ****** |
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(Bridge) |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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(Hook) |
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****** boys get shot up |
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Whack hoes get curve ye |
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6 mil in that bank ****** |
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It’s only right that I swerve ye |
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6 millie ye , |
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6 millie ye. |
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****** boys get shot up |
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Whack hoes get curve ye |
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6 mil in that bank ****** |
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It’s only right that I swerve ye |
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6 millie ye |
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6 millie ye. |
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(Verse) |
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All my ******s be cased up |
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Late night with the late sluts |
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Ain’t going down town ****** |
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Willin out and them banks up |
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Molly had that razor |
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Wish a ****** would raze her |
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****** a number 2 pencil ****** |
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That’s that know a race ye |
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My ****** Biggs told me that he will write |
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I don’t ****** a ************ unless she will rock |
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If I don’t got rozay then I don’t feel right |
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I’m all in all a 6 mill real talk |
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In the dirt where your racks lay |
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On the south where my mac lay |
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All the hoes in your back ****** |
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Your nick name should be batch bay |
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Heard the feds tryin to catch me |
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Dumb ******s never catch me |
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Unless I would a new bad ************ |
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And that ass distract me |
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(Bridge) |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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Can you believe God makes you breathe |