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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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These boys ain't wild, |
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I'll fuck them cowards |
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Stick them bitches for riches |
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My nigga silent night, deadly night |
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That's when |
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I start, when |
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I start creepin' like a hitman |
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Scope my man then |
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I toss the dynamite |
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Bitches y'all ain't got the guns, bitches y'all ain't got the funds |
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Fuckin' around with |
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Three to Six |
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I'll make you niggas duck and run |
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Hoes this ain't no game |
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I'm playin' |
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I'm sayin', |
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I'm fed up with you boys |
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Crunchy catch that trick back on that |
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Ways he still remember them punks |
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Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga |
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Make his eyes close |
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I drop you niggas like |
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I drop my hoes |
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I say we marchin' and steppin' |
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Plenty weapons we packin' |
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Why you haters be lackin'? |
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Always dissin' with rappin' |
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How you bumpin' our shit |
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Then you turn around an you diss? |
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You wouldn't want to step |
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We been in this shit you rookie bitch |
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Let me see who it be, shh psych boy |
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I ain't sayin' your name, you know who you are |
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Lil' BoyIn my time |
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I saw faces, people of shades and races |
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People nail me to crosses like |
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I'm Jesus, you |
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SatanI'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty fucked |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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These boys ain't wild, |
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I'll fuck them cowards |
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Stick them bitches for riches |
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Now I ain't fucked up 'bout these niggas dissin'' |
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Cause a nigga givin' these blessings |
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See you like a dog you fetching |
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Starin' at a fuckin' weapon |
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Know your momma taught you better |
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Never try to diss a player |
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Maybe I can kill you now |
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Or stall around and kill you later |
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Probably I should call the boys |
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Tell them to bring them toys |
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We gonna bust them bitches |
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And fold them up like aluminium foil |
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And keep loadin' them guns |
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Takin' 'em one by one |
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Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks |
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Until the job is done |
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Take em' on a lyrical holocaust |
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Infamous is just our mafia boss |
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Nigga walk around with his head blown off |
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Call me the wicked ass lord of farce |
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Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart |
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Infamous coke has got no heart |
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Coming through the hoe, ain't no motherfuckin' boss |
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Fall to the earth [unverified] |
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Hoes be froze in a permanent dose |
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These bitches blow me outta their clothes |
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Call me the nigga with the dirty nose |
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That will unload a 44 up to the foes |
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Ain't no playin' with you motherfuckin' hoes |
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Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know |
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But the Infamous know you |
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So and so and toe and toe, |
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I take the flow |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty fucked |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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These boys ain't wild, |
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I'll fuck them cowards |
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Stick them bitches for riches |
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Ah, [unverified] dress up on my head see |
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Heard dat? |
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Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga |
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Hell yeah, jumped up out the bed' |
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Cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?[Unverified] 4 clickas |
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Ain't going out like no bitch |
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Ain't no [unverified] out this place |
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Like that fog up in my face |
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Ain't no rollin' like no sissy, ain't no busta bitch, okay? |
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Grab that gat cocked and handle |
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Like they think that |
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I'm crazed |
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So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty fucked |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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I'm staying crunk, |
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I'm plenty drunk |
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I can't be barrin' you bitches |
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These boys ain't wild, |
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I'll fuck them cowards |
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Stick them bitches for riches |
