| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| These niggas ain’t ready!
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| You wanted this, amigo
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| Yeah
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| End of this, you’re gonna really want to kill me
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| End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
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| Never miss whenever suckers wanna grill me
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| Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click *gunshot*
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| I didn’t really wanna do this
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| So my fans be saying, «Who this?»
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| But they really wanna view this
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| Know you’re dying when I shoot this
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| Had your ex all in my DMs
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| Pillow talkin' in the DMs (Aye)
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| Trust me, nigga, take a seat (Aye)
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| Gonna have this on repeat (Aye)
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| Naga Viper with the heat (Aye)
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| Mr. Z Man on the beat (Aye)
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| Adam had to eat the apple (Aye)
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| Time to kill him in a chapel (Mm)
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| Adam really shit the bed (Wha?)
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| How you gonna shit the bed? |
| (No)
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| Alesa told me you were crying (Huh!)
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| Nigga, this shit had me dying (Hah!)
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| Had to clean up all your noodles (Mm)
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| I expect that from a poodle (Mm)
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| And you know the best part? |
| (What?)
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| Adam thought it was a fart (Damn!)
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| Damn nigga, haven’t even pulled the trigger
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| You should never try to diss the nigga
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| One-seven milli', still I’m bigger, I don’t care about your bank report
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| At least I’m never paying child support
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| But why your baby mama saying that you ain’t even paying that?
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| Ain’t a game, so you never feel like playing that?
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| Stop the music, bitch, and go back to blocks
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| You’ll make more money (Yeah)
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| And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming (Yeah)
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| When it comes to cocks, you a small summin'
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| When it comes to flops, you’re the first running
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| When it comes to pops, you ain’t there sonnin'
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| Nigga, tell me why the fuck you’re cutting yourself?
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| How you’re gonna be a dad when you’re cutting yourself?
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| But it’s not all you’re doing, you fucked up and I know you’re brewing
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| Time to reminisce, I hope you’re hearing this
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| I didn’t wanna be the one to be out blarin' this
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| But fuck it, behind the mask, you’re a prick
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| What you did made me sick
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| Smearing blood on this chick
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| Yeah, let’s talk about Dawn
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| Slappin' and choking from dusk till dawn
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| Then blaming your alter-egos
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| What the fuck? |
| That’s not cool, amigo
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| That’s not Adam, that was John that hit you (Yeah)
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| That’s not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you (Yeah)
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| That’s not Adam, nah, fuck you, Adam
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| Any woman beater gets the fucking heater
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| R.I.P. |
| like Rita, hope you like my feature (Hah!)
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| That’s yo' baby mama
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| Flew her over just to end the saga
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| KSI, I’m the king of drama (Uh)
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| Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
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| You will always be a dreadful father
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| Post Malone, he ain’t savin' shit
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| Your tattoos are shit
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| Chronic masturbator, coming now and later
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| Why you horny looking at an alligator? |
| I’m your violator
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| This the bar on my mission
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| Nothing can save your dead vision, bitch!
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| Aye, aye
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| Aye, aye
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| Aye, aye
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| GG, motherfucker |