| You was hating but you’re not anymore
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| That’s your baby but she’s not when she’s bored
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| Wavy nigga park the yacht off the shore
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| You was hating but you not anymore
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| I snap a lot because I don’t sleep
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| Smoke some dope, I give her dope D
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| Hit her throat until she OD
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| Make her tap out when I go deep
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| In her system like it’s penicillin
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| Into women, really into winning
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| You was hating but that stopped though
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| Probably 'cause a nigga stock up
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| Hit your show and do a pop-up
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| Mixed the Biggie with the Pac up (damn!)
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| Daddivelli from the 9−0
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| Lebron James off the baseline
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| LeSean Flames on the bass line
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| I just hugged my daughter through the Facetime
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| And made some money at the same time
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| If they don’t rate me it’s because they hate me
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| I got words for haters, they can all die
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| With some bitches and they all bi
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| Fuck’um bitches, tell them all bye
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| You was hating but you not anymore (that's wild)
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| That’s your baby but she not when she bored
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| You was hating but you not anymore
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| That’s your baby but she not when she bored
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| Wavy nigga park the yacht off the shore
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| You was hating but you not anymore
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| Where my money? |
| hear the shots hit the floor
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| Where my money? |
| hear the shots hit Lefleur
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| Wavy nigga park the yacht off the shore
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| You was hating but you not anymore
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| To tell the truth a nigga innovative
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| Got the juice, a nigga minute made it
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| Hit the blunt and shut the window quick
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| Because a nigga didn’t want no ventilation
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| Want my vengeance, want my vindication
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| Want my vengeance, want my vindication
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| Niggas hate it when you’re tryna make it
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| And these niggas hate it when you finally made it
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| You was hating but you isn’t now
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| Want my number 'cause it’s different now (woo!)
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| Niggas hate it when you’re tryna make it
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| And these niggas hate it when you finally made it
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| Blood on my mouth still, bloodline on the line
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| And always on my mind, still
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| My mind, feel like a minefield
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| I am mine, still, but never mind that
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| This Nirvana shit NEVERMIND* - rap
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| I heard it was a fine line between losing my mind
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| And getting mine off rap
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| I’ma give’em line after line
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| Until they’re lying all flat and the line’s all flat — flatline |