| Say you getting throwed
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| I’m tryna pour up with you
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| Oh, that’s your best friend?
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| I’m tryna fuck her with you
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| First met the bitch, they said they real sisters
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| I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters
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| Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
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| Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi
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| Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
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| Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters
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| Whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison
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| Trapping in the street, in some Margiela’s
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| Players turn to fiends with that Godzilla
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| Sell that heroin in the trap, I’m a dog, nigga
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| Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us
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| Way before the fame, I had a bale on me
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| 20,000 off a juug, ain’t got a scale on me
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| Real shooters, they’ll sit in jail for me
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| Kill the judge, nigga, before they tell on me
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| And fuck the plug, nigga, I’m tryna take something
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| Finesse’d 'em out that cash, say he raped something
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| I’m in Lil' Mexico, we 'bout to take something
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| Hublot on a nigga, so she down for me
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| Standing on the stage with them rounds on me
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| I sell a lot of chickens and I’m innocent
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| I’m riding with that white, dodging penitentiary
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| Middle fingers always to the popo
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| I done fell in love with the Lambo
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| I been taking Molly, rockin' Tommy
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| Tom Ford, nigga, walking like a zombie
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| Standing in the trenches screaming, «murder!»
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| You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em
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| She got Chanel dripping off her, I’m 'bout to murk her
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| And I can tell the way she talk, that bitch thirsty |