| Reece, take 'em to church
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| Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| Woah-oh, woah, oh (Uh), woah
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| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
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| If you run up, then you losin' your life
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| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
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| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
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| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
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| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
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| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
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| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
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| Diamonds too bright, I can’t lay low
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| Call me a boss like I’m Nino
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| Bitches gon' do what I say so
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| They give me the mula, the pesos
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| Told her to keep all the change, oh (C'mon)
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| Maybe if you bad, buy you a chain, buy you a coat, yeah, uh
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| Murder the pussy, it’s a case closed
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| Show all the pictures, no names on it
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| Hop on that booty like Kangol
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| Got her geeked up like Fabo
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| I blow a bag if you ain’t know
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| Light too bright, chain glow
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| Bitch, if you bad, can’t say no
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| Snap of the finger like Thanos
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| Got a sweetie lil' bitch, think she icy
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| Fuck her from the back, do my Dougie, please don’t mind me
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| Pullin' on her tracks, she a freak like a Pisces
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| Don’t let all this R&B shit fool you, please don’t try me, yeah
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| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
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| If you run up, then you losin' your life
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| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
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| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
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| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
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| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
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| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
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| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
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| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to God
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| Teach you how to jugg, I’ll teach you how to rob
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| Niggas ain’t gangster, they talk to the cops
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| They killed my man and we stood on the block
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| I got them bands and I move the rock
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| Designer pants, designer socks
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| I’m off the Xans and I’m off the Wock'
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| Don’t give a damn, I’m around like the clock
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| Iron and the Six Deuce right on the stove
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| All of my niggas won’t bend and won’t fold
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| Sittin' in the trenches, my heart got cold
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| Still in the trenches, young nigga ten toes
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| They know a young nigga back on the road
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| Phew, and I still keep me a pole
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| I got that coke if you play with your nose
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| And my young niggas still movin' that dope
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| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
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| If you run up, then you losin' your life
|
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
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| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
|
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
|
| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
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| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
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| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
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| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
|
| If you run up, then you losin' your life
|
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
|
| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
|
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
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| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
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| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
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| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ |