| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Huh, yeah, huh
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| I got some bitches playin' with my time, though
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| I got some niggas that be plottin' on my side hoes
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| I got some paper but I get that all the time, yo
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| I got some niggas tryna copy all my bars and flow
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| I gotta keep it pretty simple for you simple niggas
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| Bet he a lick, I got my iffy bitches lickin' niggas
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| She let you fuck, she pulled up, bet it’s gettin' litty, nigga
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| You wear your fits, she tell me that you always sippin', nigga
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| You gotta dick 'em down and get the money, boy
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| Tell 'em, that you, that you gotta grind and get away, hey
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| Never lookin' like a dummy boy
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| Bet ya, bet ya, bet ya fuck around and lose your brain, bang
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| Came in the game, ayy, horns with the fangs, ayy
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| Highly insane but I’m boutta make 'em pay
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| If you fuckin' with my name, then I gotta end ya day
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| Ain’t no feds gon' come lookin', but you know we won’t stay
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| Pew, pew, gone in the late night, outta sight
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| Fuck her in the dark, I got her cummin', right
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| Back to her nigga, she don’t wanna leave
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| Comin' for yo' top like a fuckin' weave
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| Fresher than a Sunday on Easter, ayy
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| Como se disse, hasta la vista
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| Got a bitch in Russia, need a Visa
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| I got a bitch in Czech, she tell me she a teacher, yeah
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| Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK’s
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| Don’t play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
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| Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK’s
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| Don’t play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane |