| You must ain’t used to us winnin'
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| Seein' my team poppin' and shinin'
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| But I don’t fuck with you
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| You prolly one of them niggas who’ve hatin' on me
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| You prolly one of them bitches who’ve been blinded
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| Been weighing on my downfall
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| Don’t wanna see me with the crown, dawg
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| Go figure
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| You’re prolly one of them niggas who’ve been stressin'
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| Cause I’m in VIP and you ain’t on the guest list
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| I said I would invite you niggas to my section
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| When they see you break, weak niggas’ll hate
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| Spectacular, ask niggas why they’re mad at yah
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| Diamonds glistenin', niggas whisperin'
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| Yeah it’s them again, order more rounds for my women friends
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| Clear the room, when I’m comin' through
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| You already know we don’t fuck with you
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| So I’ma make a toast to these niggas
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| Come on, snap a picture, let me pose for these niggas
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| I’ma ball harder 'cause I know that they there watchin'
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| Know that they’ve been plottin' but failure’s not an option
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| Spendin' thousands, drive drunk with a crown on
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| One room, two models, I’ma pound 'em
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| You niggas just food to stick the hounds on
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| But I’d rather let you see me get my style on
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| Still grinnin', all these bitches I’ve been in
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| Let’s get it, 30 bottles, we winnin'
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| You must ain’t used to us winnin'
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| Seein' my team poppin' and shinin'
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| But I don’t fuck with you
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| You prolly one of them niggas who’ve hatin' on me
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| You prolly one of them bitches who’ve been blinded
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| Been weighing on my downfall
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| Don’t wanna see me with the crown, dawg
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| Go figure
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| You’re prolly one of them niggas who’ve been stressin'
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| Cause I’m in VIP and you ain’t on the guest list
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| I said I would invite you niggas to my section
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| «How you living Maino?»
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| I’m on that fuck fame shit
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| No tints, half 'sleep in that Range, bitch
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| Brought my new girl and she brought out her main chick
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| Big shoes like I’m Big Daddy Kane, bitch
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| Margielas on, the camera’s on
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| Pretty ho, body like a Amazon
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| Too drunk, I can barely keep my balance on
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| G shit but my fade look like Farrakhan’s
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| Hatin' ass niggas still prayin' on my downfall
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| Fuck 'em all, that’s just gon' make me wear the crown more
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| More, I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| Nah, I don’t fuck with you for life
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| All that slick talk’ll get your girl fucked out of spite
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| Pull up on your block in a Wraith, I just might
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| Shorty said, «You be doin' the most», prolly right
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| I shits on 'em, get 'em so mad they wanna fight
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| You must ain’t used to us winnin'
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| Seein' my team poppin' and shinin'
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight
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| But I don’t fuck with you
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| You prolly one of them niggas who’ve hatin' on me
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| You prolly one of them bitches who’ve been blinded
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| Been weighing on my downfall
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| Don’t wanna see me with the crown, dawg
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| Go figure
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| You’re prolly one of them niggas who’ve been stressin'
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| Cause I’m in VIP and you ain’t on the guest list
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| I said I would invite you niggas to my section
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| But I don’t fuck with you tonight |